Things happen in God’s time.
This is what I tell myself.Â What I repeat over and over again in my head, even though I’m not sure I can honestly say I feel it in my heart.
I’m sick of myself, I’m sick of replaying the same old thoughts, sick of feeling the same thing when I wake up every day.
This morning I responded to a work email that included a group based out of Asia.Â I immediately received back no less than three “out of office” messages proclaiming that the receipient was out on maternity leave.Â Three different people.Â In a country with one of the lowest birth rates in the world.Â Three women inÂ one team,Â in my company, out on maternity leave, at the same time.Â A group I never interact with and yet had to email this morning in reply to a completely stupid question that they didn’t even actually need to get me involved in.
Seriously, Universe?Â What the fuck?