What’s your relationship with the universe? Is it friend or foe? Or is it more like an annoying parent doing things you don’t like for your own good?
I joke a lot about the universe having a sick sense of humour. Like when I decide the universe is telling me not to do something because nothing is working out and then suddenly everything falls into place.
Today the universe decided to show me kindness.
As I approach the worst day of the year, anxiety is high and tears are close. I’m not sleeping or eating properly and everything feels difficult.
Today the universe chose to tell me I am needed, I am useful, I am loved and I am worthy.
After two failed past attempts and an almost third, I was able to successfully complete a plasma donation and know I have saved lives.
Chance sent me a stranger I could help with a meal and a train ticket.
A friend reached out, unwilling to let me slip away into social solitude.
I won a pair of trail runners because of something I wrote about running.
A day that began with stress ended with peace and happiness.
It’s still a tricky week but I’m grateful for the small things that help me keep going.