An Inside Job

Last night, as we were sitting down to play a game of Cosmic Wimpout, I asked my family, “Well, what if the Universe just doesn’t like me? I mean, I chose Receive as my Word of the Year, and so far we seem to have more illness and less money.” I wasn’t feeling particularly down, but I had been pondering why things haven’t seemed to be moving in the direction I’ve been working toward.

Dryst is sick again, this time with a stomach virus. We were doing better with our finances this winter, until...