I was thinking about that. I sometimes can be a silly goose. I was thinking about the universe, too and what a silly goose it is. My mother would call it something else. She would tell me not to worry. SOmething to do with unaswered prayers and plans for me. Some days I am all planned out, and some days I am full of hope.
I think we all do that. Today I am the Universe’s brat. I am a bit mad at it.
Like, why do you present the perfect thing and then take it away?
You are a sadist? A daddy type? You have that gorgeous British accent I adore? You listen and see me, too. You play around and don’t take yourself too seriously? You like me? You are attracted to me, even. This was too real, too good to be true, wasn’t it?
What did I learn? Still trying to figure that out, because I am not sure I learned a thing other than wanting something impossible.
But tomorrow is another day, isn’t it? My card pulled today spoke of being open. Maybe that is what I have to do. Wait for the universe to reveal all, or be the *!@%^^& it is and just give me enough for a taste, a sip.
