Shit happens

I was reading a friend's blog yesterday about waking up with a bad feeling and then wondering, when that bad thing happened, whether it was always meant to be or if it was a result of you expecting the worst.

You could go round and round in circles with that one.

What's worse is when you're not expecting anything at all. It's a regular day, the sun is finally shining a little and the weekend is closing in. Then you get a rather unexpected email telling you that a colleague was found dead in his home yesterday.

You don't know how to react because although in some ways you know him, really you don't know him very well at all. You're shaken and can't quite seem to stop thinking about it. But everyone else seems to be getting on with their day just fine. It's not that they don't care, it's just that it doesn't quite have a place in the day they had planned and no one's really sure what to do about it.

So, I think that shit just happens. You can change things from day to day, but other things are just meant to be. There's no point thinking about how you can't control them - you've just got to focus on those ways you actually can affect your little bit of the world.

Friday's weren't meant to be as hard as this - I need a drink.