I’m sitting here wondering if there is any truth to the notion that when one thing goes wrong it creates a momentum of negative energy that seems to blow the foul breath of the devil onto everything you do, creating a domino effect of unwanted phone calls, near misses, bounced checks, lovers’ quarrels and, in my case, a dead ferret.
The week started with the sad funeral of said adorable pet, then on to a seriously missed deadline and all its repercussions, a near car wreck with, yes, an elderly Asian woman, and the pièce de la résistance, an audit letter from the IRS. Ouch! Where did all this come from? Do I have bad karma?
To be fair, it’s the same in reverse. Good luck, that is. It can start with an apology from an old rival, an unexpected refund check, new business opportunities, some serious acrobatic lovin,’ and perhaps a “Get Out of Jail Free” card while playing Monopoly with a bunch of cheating teenagers.
While the domino effect of luck seemed to be a physics question that I myself was pondering all week, a better notion arrived when I plopped myself down on what felt like the safest place at the moment, my couch, and began watching The Killing on AMC. I heard an incidental character state, “Bad luck either kills you or makes you the [wo]man that you are.” A huge, “Uhhhh huhhhhh,” escaped my lips, the kind usually reserved for the congregations of Baptist churches. Dear readers, I got it.
I have survived the week and know two things: fatalism, as does optimism, feeds upon itself, and tough times are part of the ingredients that have made me who I am.
Tags: audit, bad luck, IRS, karma, luck
When the going gets tough and things seem to fall out of alignment, keep your eyes on the big picture and don’t bolt straight down that rabbit hole of negativism. It’ll curse you, and maybe even get you audited.