I had a rough week last week. I was feeling overly sensitive, very emotional and quite grumpy (just ask my husband). I was getting really stressed out about things that I normally take in stride. I was getting annoyed at people (when I usually try to choose compassion instead of getting frustrated). I wasn’t handling my 3-year-old’s challenging behavior very well. It wasn’t a good scene.
This time last year was the start of a few very difficult months. Our home was broken into last August while my husband and I were at work and over $10,000 of our belongings were stolen. Our wedding rings – gone. The watch I gave my husband as a wedding gift – gone. 75% of my favorite jewelry – gone. My laptop – gone. What was much worse than losing our material items though was losing that sense of safety I use to feel in my home.