My husband’s mom had a hemorrhagic stroke on Wednesday and now he is flying home to Virgina to be with her. That same morning my daughter told me she wanted to move to Alaska, for me, that is finally my baby coming home. Why is it when I get some good news, there is almost always bad news of what seems to be an equal or heavier weight?
Right before this I was floundering in my studio and thought I was going to have to close since I was not bringing in enough income to survive, so I went back to work as a programmer. Once the weight of financial stress seemed to be lessened, of course we get a massive fuel bill and car repairs need to be made.
These are just the last two things. There are so many other examples of the Universe appearing to balance itself. I just seem to keep getting stuck on the short end of the stick.