The eternal optimist?

I had a lousy week last week. The growing list of wrongs rotted away what little faith and hope that I had in the universe – as a non-worshipper of religion, I am of the view that the universe has mystical forces which govern life (and no, I do not believe in unicorns). Last week, the universe was unkind to me – I was called fat by a stranger, honked at by a rude driver, sidelined from yoga due to a pulled back muscle, and “lost” my house-key. I did find my “lost” key yesterday (after making double-trip to my parents’ for spare key) – which I hope is the turn of the tide from wrongs to rights. Does this mean that in store for me this week will be a healthy pain-free back? a wave from a polite driver? compliment from a stranger?