deflated balloon much? yeah.
I thought the universe had given me a green light several months ago, thought that my life had found it's course and direction finally, FINALLY and then KABLAM!
Universe is so snarky. Pulled the carpet out from under me just as I was standing tall on my feet. Now I'm back down on my arse and in think, plan, do mode but a little more wounded and weary.
I could get my head stuck up my butt and curl into a ball and fuss it out. (ok, i've done that a bit already) but, all around me my friends, both virtual and real-world, have had one hell of a time lately. It's as though universe is blowing up on all of us. Maybe universe needs some of the love and energy back? Kinda hard for me to do that when she's been so wretched to me.
vague enough for ya? Wish I could be more specific. Don't feel like I have the liberty to be brutally honest on this blog anymore.
Sissy is spiraling down again. She will likely get another short-term placement in the next few weeks like she had in November. Which, all things considered, is good for all of us. I know the next few years with her as she wends her way through puberty are going to be hell but I don't really want to do it.
AB is so tall now. So grown. So teenager. *rolls eyes* But really, I can't complain. He's a good son. He tries hard most of the time. he loves unconditionally. He helps without being asked. He just needs a lot of direction. And redirection...and redirection. and please, PLEASE do not put that young man in running pants because when he starts pacing, the *swish swish swish* drives me absolutely insane.
WG is all energy. I wrote this poem for her today:
a whimsy, a sprite
she jumps with delight.
with gossamer wings
she bounces on springs
and ascends into flight
Pissed. Mad as hell. Tired of life crapping out on me. Tired of fighting, fighting, fighting for what I want and need. Tired of having to reevaluate. Tired of having to stand up for myself and my rights. Tired of being the one with the short end of the stick. *sigh*
Sometimes I get a premonition or "vision" or insight. I have an intuitive nature. Call it whatever you want to. I know that many times I have dreams or random thoughts that pop into my mind that give me hope or energy to carry on when it gets dark (and sometimes to send energy, prayers and love to people I that are hurting). The first week of December I had one of those premonition events. I was in my thinking spot (the bathroom), stepping out of the shower and this:
hold on. It's about to get really bumpy. Everything that is working right now is going to look like it is getting turned off, shut down, like you are getting blocked out and cut off. All of the universe's "Yes's" are going to become "No's" and it will look barren through the end of February. Then it will turn around and the "yes's" will return but modified and better than they are now.
I don't subscribe to my intuitions as a exact measures but I also use them for hope and sometimes, guidance. The thought of "better" yes's is good but yeah, it's dark right now!
So to all of you, because I know I'm not the only one that is hurting, in fact, just about everyone I know is hitting some gosh darned hard low spots right now, hang on. Just hang on. The tide will turn and we will all get back on our intended courses once more.
Just take my hand and sit with me
Make joy and mirth from misery.
We'll dance as though the day has come
When happiness joins the setting sun.
Beloved Tennessee Walker
You made us all smile