I love the notion that the universe provides; all you have to do is ask in the correct way.
But just when you think you’ve got it nailed. And you know what you want, and at last you’ve figured out the correct way to ask – it’s right in this moment that life knocks your feet out from under you and slaps you round the face.
Then, as you climb to your feet and before you’ve even had the chance to brush yourself off and decide what to do next – slap! You get hit round the face just one more time.
‘They’ say that things come in threes, so I suppose I should steady myself for another hit. Or would that be a self fulfilling prophesy? Am I inviting the universe to bitch slap me one more time simply because I believe things come in threes?
And so here I am, on guard, wondering what part of my request the universe didn’t like.
But I don’t believe in fate and refuse to accept what I am served as final. I think we make whatever happens to us in life work – because really, what other option do we have?
Stopping? Giving up?
And so rather than preparing myself for the third hit I’m going to stay on the floor for a little while longer considering my options.
I no longer feel hard done by, I am grateful that these circumstances are forcing me to consider a different route.
What comes next is up to me.