I have been feeling quite pensive lately for a variety of reasons. Like everyone else, I’m trying to handle life and its layers of complexities, wonders and stresses in the best way I can – and yet despite my best efforts this is how competent I feel at times :
For example, I bought and murdered my bonsai tree in record time. I panicked. Surely the untimely death of such a plant was an ominous sign?
Or maybe I was just having a really, really bad run of luck?
One of my friends suggested that I should make my own luck.
As a patchouli scented yoga instructor she meant it in a kindly, spiritual way. A way that suggested I smoke vast quantities of hallucinogenic drugs to reach a personal epiphany; buy a money plant… Or at least unblock my chi by clearing out the vegetable bin.
But then – as luck might have it I received the following as a gift.
But I’ll take it