keeping a 2x4 near me at all times for knocking away the jinxes

You know how everything stressful in your life seems to converge at one point in time? Jack-knifed semi-truck causes six car pile-up?

This is exactly that, except it's the opposite.

Good things keep happening, and I want to keep it that way. I'm floating back down to the ground, with everything else that's been up in the air, hanging onto the thin strings that attach me to the balloons that have been the only reason I haven't crashed. I'm about to touch down on the pavement, and hit it running.

Let's do this, life. This is what I've been waiting to produce from months of working my psyche to the proverbial bone.

And from where I'm at, actually, there's plenty of room left to go up.