This past week was one of the worst I’ve had to deal with. Apart from all of the end-of-semester responsibilities that include final exams, papers and presentations, I had the pleasure (insert sarcasm) of dealing with a pretty serious personal attack. It’s one of those moments where when it goes down, you’re in shock of what’s taken place, but once adjusted you get angry, frustrated, defensive, and want to roll up your sleeves and fight back. Being bullied is no joke no matter what age you are, and I can never understand why people take the time to be mean and conniving. Emails were sent, meetings were scheduled, schedules were re-arranged, and yet I feel like justice was not served, and that’s the worst feeling – seeing something unethical take place and not being able to set things straight. Sorry for the lack of specific details but I think that whatever the issue it produces similar reactions.
As a way to shake off the disturbing events that had taken place, I started today with a run, long shower, and a solo date with The Devil Wears Prada. I enjoy the movie so much and was the perfect remedy for escaping reality. Later in the afternoon it started to snow ever so gently, and the white all around put me at peace, reminding me of the little pleasures of life.