The week my car died twice, my dog ate a couch cushion, and I actually felt fine about it
Last Monday my starter went out in the Walgreens lot on Cerrillos Road, and by Thursday my dog had shredded the second couch cushion in a month. Somewhere in between, my sister called to say she got into nursing school in Albuquerque and I realized I hadn't felt stressed about any of the small stuff all week. I think watching her wait 3 years to get that letter put my own bad week in a different box. What's the worst streak you've had that somehow didn't wreck your mood?
My buddy Dave had a stretch last March where his fridge died, his truck got a flat, and his landlord raised the rent, all in five days, and he just kept grilling in the yard like nothing happened. He said once his mom's scan came back clear that Friday, none of the rest felt worth being mad about.