I'm trying to keep my business, my triplets, and my waistline under control. I excel at one of those, fail at another one of those, and one is a work in progress. Which is which is day dependant.

Friday, January 28, 2011

The Universe Has Spoken

This morning, I forgot how good I have it...and the Universe felt it was it's duty to remind me of that by smacking me right upside the head.

Yesterday, I had an AMAZINGLY good day. I looked good, I felt good, I spent the entire day working on the progress of the business and the progress of myself. It was in very many respects the best day I can remember having in a long, long time. In recent weeks several boulders have rolled right off my shoulders, and this was the first day where I felt I could actually act in the manner of one not weighed down by boulders.

This morning, DH irritated the living shit out of me. I was irritated because he behaved exactly as I expected him to, and exactly in the way he has done for the entire time I've known him...and yet I was stupid enough to be irritated by something which does not ever change. A complete waste of time. Then I went to the gym (side note: 4th visit this week, go me!) and on the way out checked my phone to find ELEVEN missed calls from home. In the space of an hour. So I panicked - OMG who is hurt, dead, dying, sick, maimed?! - and called home...only to find out it was DD2 who had called to tell me that DS was annoying her. Yes, really.

And then because I was so stressed out and annoyed over the phone call, I nearly ran over a poor cyclist riding past. And then I forgot to eat breakfast after the gym, so I was hungry and in my world hungry = irritated. A whole series of minor, irritating events conspired to piss me off this morning. Of course, ALL of this by not even 930am...and so on my drive to work I was feeling extremely crumply of mind and spirit.

This is the point at which the Universe smacked me.

The phone rang and it was a woman ordering some cupcakes. They had to be pink, blah blah, sparkly, blah blah, with butterflies, blah blah...and she said they needed to be "really special" and so on. No problem, that's a pretty normal order for me. She also wanted letters on each cupcake spelling out "Jessica." ...and me being me, I said, "They're so girly and sweet, I am sure she will love them!" to which the woman said,

"They're not for her, they're for her siblings. She passed away last year and this is for my other kids as a special way to remember their sister on what would have been her birthday."

Thanks, Universe. I actually am truly grateful for the reminder that I am blessed and that it could always be worse.


ramona said...

Love this post. Next time you speak to the Universe, tell it thanks from me too.

Marie/x said...

I read this post after yelling at the kids for almost the whole day and feeling frustrated with them and their behaviour. I then went and hugged them and told them I loved them and all was forgotten. Love your work Emzee xxx