I was going to write a letter to you about how I'm ovulating today and how it would be so cool to conceive my first child on my 24th birthday.
However, as you so often do, you showed me that things could always be worse.
In the few hours I've been awake, I learned that the husband of a dear friend has brain cancer and has a one shot chance of pulling through.
I also learned that my old manager, and friend, mysteriously disappeared while on his evening run last night.
So, Universe, while I would absolutely love to conceive on my birthday, I would much rather you focus your efforts on my two friends. They need all the good that's floating around to be pinpointed at them so that they can get through these difficult times in their lives. Even though I feel like I've been waiting so long, I can wait a little while longer.
I'm not a religious or praying person, so I'm just going to send my good thoughts your way. Hopefully you'll get them and pass them onto my friends.
Keep them safe,