Funny that I should pick the topic for this week’s Haiku, and then find myself locked firmly within the doldrums.

We (Main Street) had a bit of really bad news last night, which set us back on our heels. We’re going to be ok, but we won’t be starting up for the next season quite as soon as we had hoped. Any thought of new music was set aside for the time being.

Between the bad news – which I can’t go into for privacy reasons – and the repercussions to follow, I find myself reeling. I’m not sure what we’re going to do about it, and although I know we’re capable of pulling through this rough patch, I’m just… well, I’m feeling deflated.

I think I’m as upset as I am because I was already in a tenuous position emotionally due to the time of year, and other stresses in my life. Already teetering on that thin edge, as it were. This news really took me over that edge, I have to say. I’m not debilitated by it, fortunately. I can function – what choice do I have? Life goes on, right? The thought of getting my pjs back on and crawling back into bed to hide has crossed my mind more than once today though. I’ve been a little weepy, too. The Teen and my hubby have been very good about it, even though it’s shocking to them to see me in this state, which rarely if ever happens. I’m usually the rock of the family. They’ve both been lending strong arms as needed. It helps immeasurably to be held by those you love when your heart is so torn up.

I’ll get past this – we all will. ShaMoo and J-B are shaken too, but we are solid, and unwavering. We have each other, and the strength of our friendship is beyond comforting. We’ll be fine.

Let me just say that January sucks in so many ways I can’t even count them. I’ll be thrilled when it’s over.