Threes in an Even World

First and Foremost, I'd like to thank Michael from  I'm Going Sane in a Crazy World for choosing my journal as a Guest Editor pick. I feel most honored and appreciative!
And Thank You to everyone who has come by to say Congrats!

       Now, typically I don't have other journals on alerts. There is a reason for this.....at one point in time I had everyone's journal on alerts and it became a daily assault in my email box that I started to drown in. In my happy merry clicking of "alert me as journals post' I had clicked well over a hundred journals. Although I enjoy and loved all the journals I had clicked to alert me, I suddenly found myself in a never ending battle to keep up in which I failed miserably. So I did the unthinkable, and turned all emails alerts off. I believe on the day I did that, I had over 900 emails in my box. It really was a necessary action.

       But, I do have Michael's journal on alert. He had commented once in my journal and I in turn visited his. I remember smiling and enjoying his humor so I hit the alert button because at the moment I was too lazy to add it to bloglines, figuring I would do it later and turn off the alert. Well, the alerts starting coming in, daily, in multiples and I found I didn't mind at all. With his journal you never know what he's going to write about and typically I read every one and find good wisdom and plenty of smiles. Take a visit, and if you hit the alert button, be ready for a few out of the blue, off the wall, entries a day. I don't always comment Michael, but I see them all ::smile::

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Second order of business, I've been robbed.
A thief in the name of AOL come by my hit counter and reset it to nothing.
24,000 visitors, milestones, insignificant in the train of life, but important to me, gone.
Another invasion of my journal. Stripped and tampered with.
Bastards.
It's like making it to the age of 18 and being told you have to start all over at age 1 again.
Thief's.
Rebecca<~~a wee bit irritated about this strip job and normally a strip job is supposed to be a fun thing.
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Third thing, comfortably numb.

       Since yesterday afternoon, I have been numbed and humbled by one of those life changing news that has sunk as low as my toes and I've yet to figure out how to bring it back up to my mind, my heart and thoughts and face it.

       It's funny, this thing called life, your walking, trotting, skipping down your path, you see your destinations, you smile at the milestones, you cry when something tosses a log across the path, but you figure a way to step over or around it. No matter what happens you keep moving, you have too. Well, today I swear all I want to do is lay down and put my hands behind my head and not move one goddamn inch. Sounds drastic, I know, but it's appropriate, this I have no doubt about.

       I was lucky yesterday, that I had a friend to reach out too, and find solace and comfort from. The soothing voice and rational encouragement that a friend can provide really is one of those priceless treasures in life. One moment I was standing on my path clutching two hands to my stomach in shock and the next I felt like my friend was holding one of my hands encouraging me to think clearly, get more information and be strong. Friendship, can be a lifeline of so many different proportions and I thank you, my friend for being there for me.

       Laying down today, and probably for a while, but I know soon enough just as anyone else would, I will get back up and take the new right turn and start my new path.

Tis the way of life...................