One of the hardest things about leaving your heart on your sleeve is how much it hurts when people punch your arm. Maybe I’m in an “oh poor me” stage right now, but it feels like the universe is ganging up on me.
Yesterday, I both let myself down and then took a chewing out I didn’t feel was deserved. Today, plans fell through for a much anticipated trip. On top of this, my health issues have pretty much landed me in bed. I sure wish the universe didn’t think I could bear so much.
Yes, it’s easier to place the blame on the universe. Conspiracy theory is so much better than realizing the truth.