It's the same but it's different

My life is in shambles. My home is now a certifiable disaster area. I hardly see my children anymore. The garden is forlorn and in disarray. Books lay unread on the tables. Friends are far away and unreachable right now. I don’t cook anymore. I am so far behind in my bills that I doubt I will be caught up before the first snow. Foreclosure looms upon the horizon like the worst kind of monster ever dreamed, and I am finally getting over a horrible chest cold that struck me almost two weeks ago.

It is time to rejoice!

I, for one, would never have foreseen this kind of reaction in myself, but it is true! It’s time to party and time to celebrate! The last six months are now classified as one of the most difficult times of my life and rank right up there with kicking drugs, getting sober and getting divorced, but what I know now is that the next six months of my life are going to be fabulous, fantastic and far out !

My Higher Self, in conjunction with the Divine Universe, felt it was necessary to rip the carpet out from under me, bring me to my knees and turn my life completely upside down in order to get my attention; consider it an unexpected slap in the face from a loved one in the middle of a death like trance. I am paying attention now.

I never realized, never saw, how entrenched I had become in my own thoughts and actions; how encased in the fear of the unknown I had become and how hindered I had become. Fear has a way of hardening the heart and mine had become a stone. It has taken a series of devastating life changes to bring me back into focus and to allow love to flow again in my veins. So yes, I am rejoicing even if it is only in my mind because my body is too exhausted to dance yet.

I am looking at this small world of mine with new eyes. I see possibilities wherever I look now instead of obstacles. Yes, the house is still a disaster, the garden is overrun, the kids are doing their thing, the bills are still mounted up and the stove is remaining cold. But the point is, the house can be cleaned up, the garden can be brought back into heel, the kids are allowed to grow up, I really don’t like to cook a whole lot and the bills are just bills. I hear George Carlin saying ‘It’s the same, but it’s different’ and I get it now………took a few years, but I get it now.

Thank you George……….