Tests on a Saturday?

I'm being tested.

My life is full to the brim with cream of the crop people. Truly compassionate, giving, funny, loyal, golden people. I may be the luckiest woman in the world. Or at least it can feel like that at times.

But lately, as I've mentioned in previous posts, there are a few people (coworkers, insecure aquaintances, and previous friends) who feel the need to say and do and say intentionally hurtful things to and about me. Although I pretend that it doesn't bother me, it can take its toll.

After thinking a lot about these people and their strange need to strike out at me, I've decided that this must be a test. God or the Universe or Mother Nature...whomever...must be trying to challenge me. To see how I will react. Will I allow these people who ride the periphery of my life to define what kind of person I am or how I feel about myself? Or will I choose to see them as the roadblocks that they are and choose to feel sad that they obvioulsy don't have the lovely spport system that I am blessed with. If they did, why would they spend so much energy hating me?

So I have a choice. And after losing much sleep last night, I am choosing option number two.

Who knew that adulthood would come with its ow set of SAT's?