How do you make God laugh?
Tell him your plans.
Last week absolutely nothing in my life went as planned. In fact it all went horribly wrong. This week I find myself examining my expectations and attachment to outcomes. Last week life sucked and it wasn't fair. I am realizing that time doesn't heal my psychic wounds, it just allows me to shift perspective. And to do high drama and gnash my teeth and lay on the couch and sulk... all weekend.
This week is definitely better than last week.