The Universe is a Moody Bitch

 I've had a week. Well, honestly I've had 45 days. And if you really want to get into it, I've had 156 days. But wowie have I had a day. You know when you think you can't POSSIBLY survive one. more. thing.? And then the Universe decides to show you just how strong you are? Yeah, it was that kind of day. 

Work is a nightmare. My girl is traveling without me and a piece of my soul is absent. There are seven million things to do and only one me to do them all. Today, my boss laughed when he approved my overtime request and admitted that he wondered how I was gonna get it all done. There were some fun new personal developments. Something new every day! I had to take the dog to the vet, mow the lawn, feed my boy child, do laundry, wash dishes, and about 87 more things in the 3 hours I'm home and awake before I drop into bed utterly exhausted and completely raw.

In addition to proving to me that I really can do it all, the Universe gave me some pretty great moments to reflect on. On the way home from a new and AMAZING vet with my copilot pup, Fitz Roy, we saw the first rainbow I can remember seeing in so long. The realization kind of took my breath away and I decided it was a sign of hope. 



Then my teenage son agreed to GO OUT TO DINNER WITH ME AT A RESTAURANT! If you have teenage boys, you get this. Yes they want to eat all the food, but they want you to bring it to them in their room cave, preferably without turning on any lights, and without saying a word. Heaven forbid they go out with their mother in public! (This isn't fair. My son and I are actually really close. We have started rock climbing a few times a week and I'm getting belay certified on Sunday so we can climb the big walls together. But dinner out is still a pretty big deal. )

While we were at dinner, I'd been chatting with my girl who is spending the week in Tampa with her boyfriend and his family. I sent her a little meme to use someone else's words to tell her how amazing I think she is and in response, I got this:



And last but not least because I'm not taking any big love energy for granted right now, this was my home screen when I came to write:



It's not Colorado, so it didn't make me sad. It's Spain, a place that holds my heart from a loooong time ago, before I felt trapped in my own existence; back when I was brave and open and full of life. And to cap off all the nudges from whatever higher power you think it is, the quote... "The struggle ends when the gratitude begins."

I'm not ready or probably close to able to let all the hurt from the past few weeks go, but wow, is something telling me it's time to look forward, not back. 

Just a little bit of rainbows, magic, and starlight to give a girl a boost after a day. <3

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