We all dream of it happening to us—that unexpected windfall when we get the thing we’ve badly wanted, yet was out of reach. Some of us, with especially Pollyanna attitudes, almost expect it… we, (well, I), can almost SEE and FEEL the longed-for occurrence.
But far too often it doesn’t work that way, and we’re forced to just keep wanting, to become depressed, to wonder why our dreams are repeatedly squashed like a bug on a windshield.
That’s how it hit me this time—like a small creature flattened against some hard surface. No windfall… instead the wind fell.