I'm glad to be back in my space, my bed, with my stuff around. And, of course, my fur babies! I guess you could say I'm something of a homebody.
But that's not really what this post is about....more like my excuses for not writing more often.
This post is about the scary shit that happens.....seemingly out of nowhere.
It doesn't matter if it's losing a job, divorce, or a not-so-hot medical diagnosis. My experience (via self-imposed shit or even random shit) is that good stuff comes out of all of it. Always. Every time.
I know I've said this kind of thing here and here and even here. But I don't think it can be said enough.
And it's stuff I need to remember right now.
So I'll say it again. For you and me. Life is good. All is well. And I know, without a doubt, that everything that happens is for my highest and best. Every. Thing. Always.
Have you had good stuff come out of "negative" or "bad" situations? Have you found the grace and gratitude during these times?
Have you been there?