I used to think that the Universe was testing me. I mean, I would be going along minding my business, and then I’d be met with a challenge. I’d always say, “I’m being tested.” As if the Universe had a personality that had nothing better to do than to sit and look at me and torture me with tests. As a result, I was becoming more and more irritated by the Universe for being a bully for testing me so damned much AND I didn’t know who was grading me on the tests or why!
And then I started to understand that the only one testing me and judging me was ME. The Universe was just responding to my beliefs and thoughts about myself and the world around me. Thank you, Universe, for not being an asshole! Thank you, Me, for not testing me anymore. Thank Me for living my life as a free bird.