This picture was shared by the Beekman Boys on Facebook today. (Radical Sabbatical is on my list this year — stay tuned for a request for contributions!)
Anyway, this picture was shared by the Beekman Boys on Facebook today, and it was everything, at least for me. I feel like the Universe, the Ancestors and the loving God I believe in are all in a circle at group right now going, “Seriously? When is she gonna’ get it? Let’s send her a sign and see what she does.” (What do you think the Universe wears to group therapy? I’m imagining a moo-moo, cigarette holder with a Jalouise secured in it, mules with feathers on top and an accessory dog–some kind of poodle mix for sure, or a Bichon.)
This picture was a wonderful reminder that these things keep happening — new life and exceptional, inspiring beauty plop down on the planet everyday, but I’ve not been in a place of late to revel in it, because I’ve been too worried. About what? Doesn’t matter. Just the fact that worry is my primary activity right now is enough. We should all stop that. Now.
The awesome thing is that even when the rest of my/our lives are kind of screwed up ,these miracles keep happening. Life finds a way and doesn’t give a kitty about how bad your job is or how many times you screwed up your diet this week. There is always a new day, and most times, if you look for it, the new day holds promise of an even better day.
I’ve never not been good at my job — great, even–but I got a my first ever bad performance review on Friday (sad), then on Saturday morning, got the most wonderful gift from my parents (great), and an even greater gift from my body which got itself up when it didn’t really want to, and took a serious stroll Saturday night (2 miles!) with my little heartbeat, Russell Jenkins (perfect).
That’s about just the right thing right there. Happy Sunday!