Sometimes the universe likes to punch you in the stomach early in the morning. Be brave, keep the face stone, don't react, my biggest problem is that sometimes I can't actually hide what I am thinking and as Madame Butterfly tends to point out, my face says it all.
But you have to trust that you are part of the plan, that the Universe did not write you out in act one to play the part of coma patient for the next 3 seasons. But that leaves you with hope and hope is a bit of a prankster. This week has been odd and plans are in absolute disarray. So like a a fat american girl on seesaw, I am going to trust the universe to make it all right.