Well, this morning started like any other as I was getting ready for work, just me and my myriad of thoughts floating around in my head, and out of nowhere, I started thinking about someone who isn't here anymore. You know those moments when you're not particularly focused on anything, yet BOOM, the universe decides it's time to think about that. A wave of memories washed over me, but they weren't exactly warm or fuzzy—they were laced with bits of anger from situations long past. Not anger at them directly, just emotions intricately tangled with their memory. And amid these swirling thoughts, as if on cue to punctuate the negativity brewing inside me, the light bulb in my bathroom suddenly pops and goes out.
Seeing the faint trail of smoke rising up from where the bulb once glowed made me stop in my tracks. Here I was clutching my toothbrush like it had all life's answers when maybe—just maybe—this odd little fiasco was a sign to change my lens for the day. Time to shift gears, let go a bit more, and find something positive to dwell on instead. More than surprising me, it got me thinking about how our energy might connect with everyday life in ways we rarely notice.
The strangest thing happened later that evening: my boyfriend tiptoes into the bathroom (because who doesn’t love a curious glance at non-working stuff?) and he flips the switch as if accusatory looks could fix electrical failures—and lo and behold! The light worked fine; it was glowing like nothing ever happened earlier that morning. No blackout reminiscence here to explain that shining bulb back in action after seeming totally burnt out.
So here's where I ask you guys—what do you make of all this? Is it just a coincidence that's gotten me looking for meanings where there might be none? Or do you think emotions can somehow cause strange things like bulbs popping? It's got me feeling both skeptical and open-minded at once!
Seeing the faint trail of smoke rising up from where the bulb once glowed made me stop in my tracks. Here I was clutching my toothbrush like it had all life's answers when maybe—just maybe—this odd little fiasco was a sign to change my lens for the day. Time to shift gears, let go a bit more, and find something positive to dwell on instead. More than surprising me, it got me thinking about how our energy might connect with everyday life in ways we rarely notice.
The strangest thing happened later that evening: my boyfriend tiptoes into the bathroom (because who doesn’t love a curious glance at non-working stuff?) and he flips the switch as if accusatory looks could fix electrical failures—and lo and behold! The light worked fine; it was glowing like nothing ever happened earlier that morning. No blackout reminiscence here to explain that shining bulb back in action after seeming totally burnt out.
So here's where I ask you guys—what do you make of all this? Is it just a coincidence that's gotten me looking for meanings where there might be none? Or do you think emotions can somehow cause strange things like bulbs popping? It's got me feeling both skeptical and open-minded at once!
