At my best, I believe the Universe is conspiring in our favor. At my worst, I forget this completely. When that happens, the Universe works to get my attention, to remind me that, well, everything’s okay. Yesterday was one of those times when I needed to be reminded, gently, that all will be well and I’m not alone.
I had borrowed Mister’s car (as mine is still sick) and was at a stoplight. I looked at a bumper sticker on the car in front of me. “igbok”. What the heck is that, I thought. Some new band? Some old band? I looked closer… “it’s gonna be ok” was in small print beneath the larger “igbok”.
And you know what? It’s true. It’s gonna be okay.