For all that we put on our blogs, there is so much that we don’t. At least for me. I might rub my back up against some boundaries and occasionally foray into dangerous territories. Still. There’s a lot left unsaid.
Things have been difficult lately. A bad week. The kind where I wonder if I really have what it takes to deal with one more mess to clean up, one more broken thing to be fixed, one more bill that needs to be paid, one more emotional emergency of a loved one that taxes me too.
Murphy’s Law not only in action, but attached to a stealth bomb.
So yesterday I was feeling overwhelmed enough, when I choose the wrong route home and got stuck in a traffic jam.
Just what I didn’t need. To be stuck in traffic, late to someplace I needed to be, stuck idle with my fears and anxieties.
I decided the only way to stop worrying over a couple of situations that had the potential to get worse, was to meditate on the positive.
And while I was taking my deep breaths and centering my thoughts I asked for a sign that everything was going to be OK. That it would all work out.
Something to hold onto during this whirlwind of mini crises.
Please Universe. Give me a sign that everything is going to be alright.
Deep breath in. Deep breath out.
A silver Jaguar passed me on the left, pulling up to the next red light just ahead of me.
Its license plate read
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