Earlier this week I noticed this on my refrigerator:
I found it amusing and wondered if possibly my ex-husband had died and come back to haunt me. He used to have a Zippo lighter with this exact engraving on it. It was his basic life philosophy.
Now, I’m not exactly a glass half-full kind of gal. I have my moments when I am positive and upbeat, but in general, my go-to attitude is gloom and doom with occasional sparks of sunshine. I have to remind myself all the time that life doesn’t have to suck. That life can be joyful and happy. That we don’t “have” to do anything we don’t really want to. We have choices. We are the masters of our own destiny.
But sometimes karma just gives you a little kick in the ass and gives you a clear cut sign that you are not always in control.
A few days after I noticed this cosmic giving of the finger, Annika got sicker than she’s ever gotten before in her life. I had a nasty philosophical parenting/life disagreement with Toyin.
And then last night I noticed that someone had stolen the painted rocks Annika and I had put in front of our door in our little “rock garden.”
I had painted the word “Happiness” on one of them, as a an affirmation to my Happiness Project.
Someone stole my happiness. Ain’t that a bitch.
Well, F.U. too, world.