Sometimes a confluence of events arises that really tests your mettle. You know it's designed by forces much greater than you as a test of your strength, your endurance, your perspicacity. What else could it be?
You can fight it, which usually turns out to be counter-productive. You can give in to it and lie around whining about how unkind fate is. Or you can meet it head-on with élan and a clear head, take it on, and use it to your advantage.
There's not always a clear-cut winner in such contretemps. They can be -- often are -- not much more than a battle of wits, clawing and scratching to the bitter end with every inch of ground gained soaked in exasperation. It's not easy. It's not meant to be. Nothing which comes too easily is worth gaining. If you emerge from it having gained some ground (and much insight), integrity intact, and not flat on your back from some stress-induced illness, then I'd say you're a winner. Wouldn't you?
In the long-run, what do these silly squabbles really matter? Not much, other than as object lessons. That which does not kill you truly does make you stronger.
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