Not to alarm anybody?
But I seem to have become something of a punching bag for the universe.
A big success? Followed by a quick, well-aimed vicious blow to the temple from the billy club of destiny.
Just in case I'd forgotten who's boss.
This has happened so often lately--the journey from pinnacle to pit of despair accomplished with such nauseating speed and efficiency--that I find myself asking the universe:
What's the message here?
As someone I know put it recently,
"You're starting to remind me of Charlie Brown trying to kick that football."
Maybe the message is that Charlie just keeps on trying.