That's my 3!

It's only March and already I'm done for the year.  Some say bad luck comes in 3's.  Well, this week, I paid my dues.  My luck has to get better now.  After dealing with a scam two weeks ago, a trip down onto the concrete sidewalk literally the day after and a tremendous heartache this week, I am done.  Initially, I thought dealing with sexism was my third but I was wrong.  The male ego was too easy to handle.  It was a problem that was quickly dealt with.  My final task had to be a heartache, as it is the only thing that would bend me.
This weekend, my family experienced a medical emergency of life and death.  Everything is fine now but going through the first two days was heart wrenching.  I think anxiety would be an understatement.  Then to deal with tweenage hormones.  God, help me.  The latter was the lesser evil of the two but both were potent.  My mind needs an emotional break.  I'm told every once in a while, you have to deal with drama to balance out life.  With happiness, there's sadness.  Honestly, I think I can be balanced without the emotional high swings.  In fact, I prefer to be pretty boring, mundane really.  I like the happy medium.  That is my spot, it serves as my point of reference.  I don't sway easily but I was on bent knees.  It's quite humbling.  
I carry no elitism but confidence.  I try to teach that to my children, but sometimes I fail.  Other times, I succeed.   That's a tough lesson to teach anyone truthfully.   Today I interviewed a doctor who cried on the phone.  It took me by surprise.  Then I later found out she was going through some tough changes in life.  As an older person, I advised her to just breathe and not try to grab anything in thin air in hope of catching something new.  Desperation is an abyss.  As I'm going to Chicago next month for a leadership development symposium, she asked me to meet her for more career advices.  I reiterated that she had a great resume.  I don't think she believed me wholeheartedly.  Her lack of professional confidence resulted from a failed personal goal.
Ahhh... life.  Sometimes you just want to whack it in the head.  But then it whacks you right back.  I'm still learning to take it in stride.  Fight only when necessary.  Not doing anything just means peace for the moment.  Silence is golden.  As I reassured my older patients who dislike the idea of me going to Chicago for a "re-programming" of Vu, my edge will always  be there.  They can't take that.  But learning how to fight better is what I'm going for.   Maybe next time my bad luck will end at 2, not 3 as I would know how to strategize better.