I’m one of those people, when good things are about to happen, the Universe always likes to rear up and remind me that I’m not worthy.
Opportunity drops into the palm of my hand, and I’m scrambling to try and make this happen. My husband is busting his ass to get this to come to fruition. And every step of the way is a giant one. A barrier. A way for the universe to remind us that nothing comes easy. A way to remind us of our place, at the bottom of the dung heap.
I’m just not the kind of person that good stuff happens to. Sometimes it seems like since the day I was born the world has been working to bring me down.