Dear Universe,
I know it’s been a hot minute since I asked for something via this ol’ blog, but I got another favor. I need something. Something big. And I don’t even know what it is.
See, here’s the thing: I’m running on autopilot. Everything is going smoothly. I can’t see a speed bump or a pothole for miles. And that’s good, I think. Except, well. Last week I jokingly said to my office mate that every week is the worst week of my life. And joking about something is the first step to admitting that you have hella problems, right?
I’m not asking for a whole lot, dear Universe. I don’t wan’t to win the lottery or to find a bag of unmarked bills at the park when I’m walking my dog. (Let the record also show that I don’t not want those things. I’m just saying that it doesn’t have to be those things.) I don’t want anything fancy or expensive. I don’t want some life-changing news. I don’t want to make a big decision.
I kind of just want a sign. I don’t know what for though.
Sorry. I’m trying here, dear Universe. But that’s the thing about this time of year. It’s the third quarter of the school year, and the third thing out of four things is always the worst. Like when you run a mile on a track. It’s only four laps. The first lap you’re fine. Your fresh. Your lungs are full of air. The second lap is okay. You’re doing it. You still have some energy. The third lap sucks because you’ve already done this thing twice and OMG can I just be done now? And the fourth lap is great because you’re almost done.
I kind of just want a sign. I don't know what for though. Click To TweetThat’s where I am right now — smack dab in the middle of OMG can I just be done now.
So here I am, feeling antsy and anxious. I don’t know why. It’s been a hot minute since something big has happened. I mean, I guess I did buy a car on Saturday, but that doesn’t feel like anything. And if you know me, dear Universe, you know that material possessions don’t mean a whole awful lot to me. I’m looking for something that’s the spiritual equivalent of a marching band tromping down Main Street and playing Seventy-Six Trombones.”
I want big things and little words scribbled in notebooks. I want stories that make me stay up until 5 AM because I absolutely have to read them. I want words pouring out of my head and onto the page like an avalanche. I want to not feel so empty. I want to have thoughts worth thinking again.
I guess what I’m saying here, dear Universe, is that I want a little inspiration. I want to want to do things again.
Help me out here, Universe. Remind me why I’m here.
Breathe. Be still. Open yourself to the signs because they’re all around you like the surround sound in the IMAX. I think this is a sign we need to go and see the Long Island Medium at the Civic Center in April, BTW.
XO
Ummm, we absolutely do! And yes, breathing. Always breathing in what surrounds me.
Or maybe just some Long Island Iced Tea would do the trick.
The older I get, I think maybe Long Island Iced Tea is creating more problems than it solves.
Keep your eyes open. It’ll come.
Thank you! <3
Have you read The Alchemist?? I just finished it and dramatically went into the ‘what am I doing with my life, will I ever finish my personal journey’ mode, so I feel you. It doesn’t help, doesn’t give any answers, and by God… yes, everyday is another shade of gray, and not in the good way.
So I feel ya, it’ll happen someday.
The Universe is a mysterious lady.
I have read that book, but it’s been a long time. Though, your comment makes me think that I may find the sign/answer in another book…If we keep reading, we get the answers, right?!
Breathe, relax, and let it happen. What makes “ask, and yes shall receive” really connect is that after asking (and you have so eloquently) is that next you look. When all seems lost (gawd, an I really quoting a Coldplay song?), something small changes everything. Like a face in the clouds? Maybe like PostSecret card that fell out of the book last week. Yep, it’s a sign.
” I want big things and little words scribbled in notebooks. I want stories that make me stay up until 5 AM because I absolutely have to read them. I want words pouring out of my head and onto the page like an avalanche.” – Me too!!! So much!