Boy, things can flip on a dime if you want them to and you ask them to.
Last night was a cathartic post for me – after feeling awkward as arse about being gussied up all week. But before bed, I was feeling a little down in the dumps and my usual prayers started off a little differently.
I started out with a pray for me. I asked “God, please help me”. My God is of no specific religion. He loves me. He sees into my heart and knows just what I need. Always. My Faith is in Love. That is my God. He is love. A higher power that I see in every blade of grass, every ‘weed,’ every smile, every cloud, every note of music.
Anyway. Last night I was warmed first with a comment from one of my dearest friends on my post. Then with a message from a friend of years and years ago. In 6th grade, when I first transplanted to the US, he teased me and called me an English muffin. He grew into a handsome man who has served his country, makes me laugh on Facebook with his statuses and if I’m being totally honest, if we weren’t in different States, I’d be wanting to spend time with. 😉
Today – I spoke with another friend who I worked with for years in the same industry. It was so lovely to talk to her on the phone. After the initial ‘is this really you? It doesn’t sound like you’ it was as if time hadn’t passed at all.
I came back into my office later in the day to find another friend – who I worked side by side with for 6 years. Literally. lol. Our office was small but we got along so well that it was never a bad thing. We laughed and caught up. She’d just left a salon appointment a few doors down and stopped in.
But what are the odds of that being today? I haven’t seen her in over a year.
I am SO very blessed when it comes to friends. My best friend and I email most every day – and one of my favorite people works in the real estate office next door.
Then I got to thinking on the ride home – listening to my guilty pleasure, the Mama Mia soundtrack. I recant my ‘I have never been in love’ stance in an earlier blog.
I have loved. I have loved as much as I was capable of at the time. I gave all I had.
I’m not as broken as I thought I was. I have issues – who doesn’t? I also have tons of people who love me just as I am.
There’s a zing in the air! No, really – this time of year, you’re prone in this neck of the woods (or desert) to get shocked every time you touch your car, open a metal door or make contact with a shelf in a store. But I digress. There’s a zing in the air!!
My sons gift is on layaway! I won’t say what it is because I still delude myself into believing he’s interested enough from time to time to read my blog. I’m pretty sure the only time he does, is when I make him so I can hear what it sounds like from a readers point of view.
Anyway. I left the store and noticed all the pigeons finding shelter from the wind under cars. Adorable. All puffed up like they were courting. I would have taken a photo of my personal car pigeon, but I forgot to turn the alarm off before I opened the trunk. Needless to say my photo-op left.
Here’s one courtesy of the web – is this where I say I don’t own any rights to the pigeon photo? Because I don’t. (What’s the penalty for ‘borrowing’ an image? I do it a lot).
I also came home with a pantry organizer. It hangs over the back of the pantry door. If the dog was capable of laughing, she’d probably already be snickering at the fact that I think I can build this thing.
ALMOST came home with a chocolate advent calendar. It was on sale. The picture on it was so cheery and holiday-ish, it fit my mood. I left it at the grocery store, I figured I might be pushing that chocolate a little having it sit waiting for its little doors and windows to be opened for over a month.
As I left the store, and after I filled the car up with gas – I was fit to burst with happiness. I figured it out. What makes me happy. Being able to provide the necessities for the people in my life and to spread a little joy. I was so excited to bring the groceries in, and believe me, I KNOW how fortunate I am. So very grateful to be able to afford food and gas. And I love that I notice the pigeons trying to stay warm.
I get you little car pigeon – I’m a nester too. 🙂