I can’t help but think what just happened to my car is some sort of sign. I don’t know what and I’m too busy being upset and worried about fixing it to figure it out. Somehow, I believe it’s the balance for the good times I’ve had the past month or so. I went on my trip and just had another amazing weekend. I truly believe that good cannot exist without bad. This is my time for bad. I also believe (like some) that the bad times bring out who we are as much as the good times. Maybe this is something that just had to happen.
Again, everything sounds better in my head



