Kicking Against It

Have you ever felt like you were being punished for something?

Some recent developments have made me question whether I've done something really wrong, and I'm catching a lesson because of that.

The saddest part about this is that it all comes from me doing something generous, and good. It all stems from kindness, and love, and it's turned into headache and heartache.

I know I'm not the first person to have their generosity taken advantage of. I suppose I won't be the last one to feel frustrated and betrayed because of it.

My experiences of late seem to be oddly polarized.

Either I'm kicking ass, or getting my ass kicked.[see also attached image] There have been precious few gray areas lately. I'm either on top of the world, or the bottom of the barrel.

I realize this probably sounds like a commercial for Prozac, but I swear that's how things have been. I've been getting one hell of a one-two punch. From blessing to cursing has been par for the course.

I feel spread a bit thin by the whole thing, and yet I do remain genuinely hopeful. I may sound like a manic depressive, but that's not my flavor of crazy.

I hope that some equilibrium is in my stocking, and things level off. Maybe they'll do better than that, and things will get great!