An enthusiastic heart finds opportunities everywhere
Life is a Sport: Make it Count
Or as my friend, Larissa, said last night: “You can either be psyched, or you can get the fu@k out.”
I use the universe in place of the Divine - instead of God, Buddha, Allah or whatever deity/higher power you believe in. I began my schooling at an academy with over 20 different nationalities, and respect everyone’s beliefs. Please, always feel free to substitute.
In truth, I missed Chicago as if it were an ex-boyfriend; surely one of the great loves of my life. Merely typing this makes my heart ache a little, a feeling I hope will dissipate with time.
Last night I realized that the same pictures of Lake Michigan and Chicago that used to leave me with a deep sense of longing no longer did. However, I woke this morning and, after seeing pictures of friends at Wrigley Field, wished I could be in Chicago. I was stricken with longing for what once was. Seconds passed before my inner voice told me to shape up.
I told myself that I did not in fact wish I were somewhere else, because I was right where I should be in this moment. I told the universe what I was thankful for right then and there. Particularly, for the shelter over my head, and for the lessons sweet, sweet Chicago taught me. Most of all, I am thankful for my journey toward purpose and living in-line with the universe’s will for me.
You see, the grass is greener where I water it. And for that, I am grateful.
Now onto important issues: Oaks lilies or mint juleps? Kidding… But, seriously - HAPPY DERBY DAY/Cinco de Mayo!
…She began to whine at the man sitting beside her about how infuriating her journey had been thus far. It turned out that he worked for the Dalai Lama. And he said gently that he believed that when a lot of seemingly meaningless things started going wrong all at once, it was to protect something big and lovely that was trying to get itself born — that, in other words, perhaps it needed for you to be distracted so it could be born perfect.
Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll.
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.