13
Dec
If I had a nickel for every time my family rolls their eyes when I say, “trust the universe,” I guess I’d just have a pile of nickels, given that their value wouldn’t get me too far in these inflation-riddled times. However, I do. Trust the universe, that is. And I find as I grow older I do so particularly in times of transition, planned and not. First, what do I mean by the phrase? As one who bristles at the notion that “everything happens…
