When the Universe Doesn’t Give You What You Ask For

The Universe is not a specific granter of wishes.

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I have a hard time living in the here and now. I figure, in my mind, that there is always a natural progression of events that leads you from your starting point to a very fixed endpoint and we should put our effort toward hitting all the checkpoints along the way.

Ask me how well that’s worked for me.

I also have an uncanny knack for fixating on things. I will hone in on something I want and try every avenue to make what I want a reality. Sounds like ambition but most times this involves a square peg and a round hole. The means to the end becomes a painful process of shoving and shoving until either the peg or the hole splitters.

I have a good life but hum along at a generally moderate level of happiness. It could be better. It could be worse. I want the better.

This year, I decided to completely change my thinking. It’s the most uncomfortable shift my Type A brain has made.

I decided I would do nothing more than focus on the end result. The means to the ends be damned. Caution, meet wind.

I sat down with a piece of paper at the beginning of the year and made a list of six things I told myself would happen this year…