Ha!  Dontcha love it when you think you’ve got something all figured out, and you’re sitting all smug and Zen-like in your cozy little corner of the world feeling as if you’ve got all the answers you need.  Maybe you even write about it, and publish said writing for the world to see just how cool and together you really are.

Then - out of nowhere - while you are sitting contentedly on a black pleather sofa, sipping ice water and pondering the meaning of life, the universe taps on your shoulder.  As you turn, wondering aloud what the heck Universe might want with you now, Life proceeds to throw a one-two-punch that knocks you on your ass so fast that you don’t even have a second to say ‘WTF?’ before you hit the ground.

Life and the Universe – they’re BFF you know.  Sometimes they invite Karma along for the ride, and the three of them have a rockin’ threesome in the bathroom stall of your neighbourhood bar when everyone is busy looking for love in all the wrong places.  That’s when the crazy shit goes down.  Seriously. 

That just happened to me last weekend.  Uh huh.  I think my butt is still bruised, as a matter of fact, that’s how hard I hit the dirt. 

If I remember correctly, Karma even had the bad manners to stand over me afterwards, taunting me about my arrogance…“Oh, no you di’nt” she said in a sing-song voice, waving her finger in my face.  Then, as I sat there on the side of the road, head spinning, the three of them linked arms and swaggered back into the bar – ready to grind on the dance floor. 

Bitches.

Damn.  I should really know better than to go out for drinks when those three are hanging around.    I mean, all’s well that ends well, and we’re all friends again now.  I’ve learned some lessons and have plenty to meditate on for the next few weeks…but holy shit…those ladies mean business.

Consider me humbled.