Crash Landing

I had a bad day yesterday. It wasn't the typical "Monday's suck" day, it was much worse. I couldn't figure out why it was such a bad day and why I was reacting so strongly to pretty much everyday stress. However, this morning while driving (& praying) to work I had a moment of clarity.
Last Friday after work I headed over to the temple. After spending two hours in the house of the Lord, I left feeling rejuvenated and re-energized. (See Special Day...10 years in the making for full details). On Saturday I cleaned my house (for 7 hours) and did some shopping. It was a very busy and productive day. At the end of which I was totally worn out but quite satisfied with what I had accomplished. On Sunday, I went to church and then that night I went to a youth fireside. I had a good day, heck I had a great weekend. I felt good about myself and I was spiritually feed, full in fact. I was on some sort of cloud or bubble or something.
I was still riding my high as I drove to my training Monday morning. I was feeling very happy and grateful. Then at the training I was board, because of the repeat of information from previous trainings. And then the lady I was sitting next to was not very computer literate (it was a computer training, obviously). I have discovered I don't have much patients for people with little to no computer skills.
Anyway, after the training I hurried back to my school so I could make the department meeting. At this point my high was falling, but in a hang-gliding fall to the ground type of way. However, during the meeting we were talking about how due to budget cuts we are going to lose 2 counselors next year and what that meant to our caseload and other obligations & responsibilities. At this point I feel doom and gloom completely overwhelm me. I'm stressed and overwhelmed with what I have on my plate this year! How am I ever going manage next year? My fall back to Earth is no longer soft, slow and gentle it is now a fast spiraling tail spin back to reality.
My moment of clarity that I had this morning testified to me that I had spent the last 2 1/2 days in the world but not of it. However, upon returning to work I was THRUST back into being part of the world. My weekend of peace had made me unprepared to handle the stresses of my life. I felt like crying. I just wanted to curl up in a ball, in a dark hole somewhere far far away. Today was a bit better of a day, but I'm still feeling the burn of my crash. I'll get over it, unfortunately.
I miss my bubble!