Three is a significant number in many cultures, religions, throughout history. It's all around us in stunning significance. Think about it:
The Holy Trinity
The third eye
Beginning, middle, end
Three phases of the moon
Birth, life, death
Moe, Larry, Curly
Triple bacon cheeseburger
All significant, right?
Well, 3 is becoming significant for me as well, effective immediately.
My wonderfully observant husband has noticed that the more I do, the more stressed I am. The more stress, the more pain. The more pain, the more I complain and make everyone wish I would go far far away. It's a vicious cycle, and I live by it.
Not any more, apparently. Sky King is D. O. N. E.
I cannot obligate myself to more than 3 extra activities per week.
How did I do this to myself, you wonder. (No, you don't wonder that, because you know me, but I will tel you anyways.)
The past three weeks have been rough. Like gravel-in-the-panties rough. Let's recap:
::: traveling back in time three weeks ago:::