It totally figures. Finally, you realize that you’re not thinking about What Happened every waking minute or even every other waking minute. In fact, you can’t quite remember the last time you were even experiencing angst or fury or vengeful thoughts or anything like that. You know…maybe the healing is…could it possibly be? Over?
Heh. Don’t count on it, because the minute you think you are out of the woods you have forgotten to look down and see that you are ankle-deep in poison ivy, translated? You have a dream that your husband is holding you in his arms and telling you that he couldn’t resist the O.W. because she was just so incredibly scrumptuous.
Yeah, then you wake up and come out to the kitchen and there is coffee and news and a perky husband so you forget about that dream for a few minutes until the coffee and the morning news begin to sink in, the switch flips and you remember you are mad at him.
Obviously, the dream was a dream, but the is a kernel of truth to whatever birthed that dream, anxiety, fear, loathing…that indeed, the O.W. was too scrumptuous to keep someone from remembering that they were married. They made a promise. They broke it and…let’s just say it turns out to be a good year for fine jewelry.
Glittering jewelry or not, your karma is still wrinkled until it’s not and that’s just the way it is.