I was raised a pessimist optimist. I hope for the best, but prepare for the worst. I never quite believe that good things are going to happen.
But lately, although it’s been busy, a bevy of good things have been occurring. Work is good; home is beautiful; life is happy. Freelance writing opportunities keep popping up, offering hope that someday soon I really will make my living with my pen.
And all the little seeds we sewed a few months ago have suddenly burst into beautiful blooms.
So when is the other shoe going to drop?
In Anne Lamott’s novel, Blue Shoe, the main character bemoans to her best friend that she’s afraid of the other shoe dropping at any minute.
“God only has one shoe,” says the friend.