Who ever would have guessed that the worst thing to ever happen to me would turn out to be the best thing that could have happened?
Last week I got a couple of pieces of news that, while not earth-shattering, were the exact opposite of what I had hoped for.
Only a little while ago, I would have bawled or brooded or bitched. Probably all three.
But instead I just smiled a little wistful smile, sighed, and let it go.
Could it be that I'm (gasp)... growing up?