Momma said there’d be days like this, she just didn’t tell me there would be so many in a row. I have to laugh. I had a vacation that was questionable on the enjoyment scale. I was looking forward to getting home and getting back in my newly established routine. I had been having reliable help in the yard and had been revamping my work schedule. My new radio show had begun and all seemed to be going very well.
Yeah, to get home would be a relief. That is, it was an imagined relief. I came home anticipating a chance to get things accomplished that I had put off until after I got home. It was not going to be as smooth as I had hoped.
Within a twenty-four hour period, I faced losing two relationships that I had treasured, both for entirely different reasons. While both seem to have survived, the intensity and scope has altered. It is an adjustment, it will be accomplished, but neither are changes I had anticipated or that I look forward to in some aspects. It will change my interaction with these individuals somewhat. The positive spin that brings a smile to my face is the history I have with both of these individuals. They are both representative of some of the best times I have had in my life. It is only in the loss of more good times that I grieve, and the grief is only in my mind and not in actuality. Interesting the way we humans, women in particular, process these kinds of things.
I had things like plumber and electrician to schedule, both of which I am still trying to work out after three weeks. The reliable yard help turned out to be a bit less reliable but is still very efficient when they are available. The radio shows I had hoped to tape over vacation did not come to fruition, so I found myself scrambling for topics and guests when I returned home, only to find that some of those people are now on vacation themselves.
I then went to the eye doctor since I had pretty well determined that I could no longer put off getting new glasses, only to find that I needed secondary cataract surgery. Yay, me. I just shook my head and laughed. Another blessing of sorts. The procedure to correct it is simple and permanent. How can I be upset at that prognosis? The simple answer is, I can’t
It seems to be just one mishap and misstep after another but I keep in my mind the one truth I have learned in the last five years. It is all working out exactly the way it is supposed to work for my own good. It is working, it is good, and all is well.
When you have times that get under your skin and cause you to question everything around you, things that make you say, “Why me, dear God?” Realize those three things: it is working, it is good, and all is well.
Something To Ponder