If you’re superstitious, and even if you’re not, you’ve probably heard an axiom or two about bad things and the way they unfold. In fact, you may have collected years worth of evidence proving they’re true. However, if you’ve ever asked yourself, “Why do bad things happen to me?” the answer likely much simpler than you think and has little to do with “threes” or being caught up in a roll of bad luck.
I argued with my husband because I thought our vacation plans felt too busy, too packed and too scheduled. It’s one thing to want to make the most of every moment and another to will an experience into submission through masterful planning.
You know that person at the office (or friends or family) who drives you nuts? They’re critical, snarky, and often downright nasty in a backhanded “who me?” kind of way. Oh, and they ruin your day on a regular basis. If you had any shot at happiness, they stomped, smashed and probably spit on it on their way out the door.