Blissqueen

The red “brake pad” light went on in my car the other day.
I wish instead it would just cut the crap and the light would say
“twelve hundred dollars”
just to get me used to the idea that my wallet was going to bleed.
In fact, I wish that in every situation a light would come on and tell (explain) just how much the whole thing was going to cost, physically, emotionally, and spiritually….
Let me know just how much it was going to extract from me.