Ride or Die (and then definitely die, eventually)

Adaptability is the key to survival. Darwin said it and AC/DC proved it after Bon Scott died. Being reluctant to change is natural but it can be a severe handicap if we don't know how to handle being outside of our comfort zone. There are people that love to say
"Do one thing each day that scares you"
No, go to hell, I'm not doing that. Why would I do that? I don't want to be scared. I want to sit in my room with the air-conditioning on, staring at my phone and maybe eating Doritos. That's what all of us want.
Unless you mean going on a rollercoaster each day. Then I'm on board.
Much as I hate to admit it, these people are right. The longer you spend in one place, the less likely you are to ever be able to move out of it. If scaring yourself and changing your circumstances becomes the norm, you have a better chance at achieving your potential, or at least not being so boring.
The really fun part about this, though, is that none of us have to do all the work. Life shoves you into uncomfortable positions all the time. A new job, a new living situation, a large man with a claw hammer standing over you with an expression that betrays how little of his medication he's been taking, all of these things can either cripple you or push you to take on the challenge.
With the coming of the warm weather, I got shoved into a few of these kinds of situations. In very short order, I lost a home, a job, and a wife, which is probably a typical order of succession for these kinds of losses, but I for me, it was still new territory. I did what I have always done with trauma, I tried to drown it in an ocean of whiskey. This time, I needed to drown a few at a time and it was going to be tricky not to drown myself in the process.
Now that the weather is hot, I'm coming up for air and realizing that is exactly what I did to myself. It was stressful having to find a place to live, it sucks to be constantly looking for better employment, and it hurt more than anything I have ever known to hear the woman I was going to spend my life with tell me that she no longer loved me. But I didn't roll with the punches. I just added a few of my own. It's only dumb luck that I didn't get myself killed or hospitalized, as that would be even more predictable than the whiskey haze that I let myself drift into.
Suffice it to say I am going to find a way out of this. This crisis will be turned into an opportunity and the negative turned to positive. Not because of some spurious Buddhist quote on a Facebook wall, but because it has to be that way or I will be ground under the heel of natural selection.
After all, I've adapted before. Not like I ever had to start using gills to breathe or anything, but things got bad in the past and I was able to get around it. But maybe that's the problem with this latest set of issues. I can't just get around it. Adapting in this case doesn't mean just changing my life so that whatever is missing isn't needed. I have to create a new life without destroying my old one.
For a minute there, I might have fallen into the cozy trap of self-destruction. I wanted to believe that love was just a lie that people tell each other when they don't want to be alone, but that's just not who I am. It's summertime and I would like to make lemonade out of these lemons.
Anyone that wants to join my basket-weaving class is more than welcome.