Dear Universe,
I'm on to you. I see the pattern now. I start to let go of my anxieties around financial stability and then Mr. M losses his job. I start to feel happy about my place in life and a family member has a sudden onset health issue. I put down the mental burden of X with the faith that everything is going to be alright and you slap me across the the head with a brick.
Yes, I realize after the fact that the bricks didn't leave any permanent scarring damange. But they leave a helluva sting in the short term. You're toying with some serious operant conditioning patterns that are reinforcing my already-too-tight grip on anxieties.
Maybe we could chat about this over coffee one day instead.
Anxiously yours,
Me
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