I’m not sure how it happened, but a black cloud followed me all week. First, I got stuck in elevator at work. It wasn’t too bad. I just rang the alarm and nobody came! The heart rate elevated, the palms began to sweat and the breathing increased. No big deal. Then the elevator began to move and suddenly opened on floor 3 instead of floor 1. I got out as quickly as I could and took the stairs the rest of the way down. I’ve been taking the stairs ever since.

Next day. I’m driving home, enjoying my ride in my 2011 Honda Accord which has only 5,000 miles on it. I motored along until suddenly I heard a pop followed by a thump, thump, thump, thump. That would be the tire blowing. I pulled over and luckily was only three blocks from home. I parked and locked the car, and began walking.

It dawned on me that I should text my girls who were home alone and would be expecting me at 12:20. It would only take me a few extra minutes to walk the rest of the way, but I figured I’d let them know that I was walking so they wouldn’t worry. That’s when my high heel caught on the uneven sidewalk and down I went, like a pile of bricks. Never – I repeat – never text and walk at the same time. It’s a recipe for disaster!

So, what do these things have in common? A Facebook friend helped me out with this after he read my post of the three bad incidents. Besides things happening in threes, which others pointed out, he noticed a pattern. Apparently, I need to slow down. “Work with me, here,” he wrote. “Stuck in an elevator? Cant’ move. Flat tire? Can’t move. Falling down? Can’t move.”

He may have a point. I also think that God’s telling me I can’t control things, as much as I want to. It’s also par for the course, and another “I Love Lucy” moment.