Life really is a series of Unfortunate Events.
I find myself again in one of those times where upheaval and chaos are the words of the day. Much like a roller coaster ride. Only in this one the scary twists and turns are filled with my falling down my stairs and dental nightmares, and horrific landlords you read about in the paper, but rarely experience for yourself. Foreclosures and moving hell, and wondering when you will be working proper again.
Hopes and dreams of perfect teeth, and your child getting into the right school. And driving legally. Of weight loss for good for once, and people who love you and don’t leave, and healthy happy cats who don’t find the need to tell you of their discomfit by peeing on your few personal possessions.
All Hail Discordia!
This is the path I find myself on yet again. Perhaps my husband and best friend was never as much the eye of the storm as he thought. Perhaps I bring my own flavor to the mix, as it were. I hope that as challenge after stumbling block befalls me, that each, in it’s own right, will serve a greater purpose, and that rather than be foiled by my supposed misfortune, I should continue to flow around, or under, through, over, (is it really ever as it seems?)…and move on again and again, becoming wiser still in my own personal quest for growth and enlightenment. Salvation isn’t always what you want it to be.
Is not the person fitful and depressed, seeking only to be more understanding, or courageous, or patient…etc., NOT given these virtues, but in fact, most often, served up a heaping plate of exactly whatever it is that would force them, if they had the belief or will to do so, to imbue these things upon themselves?
I suppose that for me, it is not so much a lack of understanding of these things in which I take unto myself, but that for whatever reason, these paths should be deeper, more ingrained in my mind, an ever constant. Maybe the changing universe seeks to continually remind that it will never get easier from here on out, just different, more interesting?
I don’t know. I only ask, as I have asked before, and have been given, the tools I should need to combat these herculean obstacles, and the sight with which to find those tools in the first place. I hope to never want for that opportunistic door to slam in my face for the loss of it’s recognition.
Well, another day, another set of trials. A literal pain in my ass. I pray the torn up bruised muscles heal quickly, that the dentists and oral surgeons I may encounter in the coming weeks be kind and just and sympathetic, and for the love of all that’s holy, reasonably priced, and that the help that has come forward to my aid for the rest of this week and this coming week, understand the difference they make, and my willingness to do the same for them.
You can throw shit in my face, and make me a cynic, but I can no more change my nature than the color of my eyes, and I will always be to the core of me, a good person.
Back to the grind people. Move along, nothing to see here.
How much is your time worth for a sleeve of cats, big and small, wild and domestic? Panther, jaguar, mountain lion, tiger, manx, black n white, tabby, tortoise, etc. Filler/background in color like Asian style ink. Make sense? Questions? I would also need Koi and cherry trees, running water or a lake, water in some form. Can you do it when you are again settled?