Have you ever read the Buddhist tale about the man whose son breaks his leg while riding his horse and everyone says “what bad luck.” And then because of his broken leg he is not able to enlist in the army and go off to war where he would potentially die. People say, ” what good luck” and then his father has to go in his place and so on. There is no good luck or bad luck, only luck says the moral of the story. This week has been all kinds of what seems like bad luck has been good and what seemed good turned out to be both good and bad.
Perspective is the name of the game.
I am renovating my kitchen which is all good, except for the inconvenience, the cost and oh, the giant section of rotten wood under my wood floor. Still better to find out this way than creating a me shaped hole in the floor at some point. renovations always take longer and cost more than you anticipate in the beginning. That is true for kitchens as well as for people.
I’m still in repair as I cast my gaze towards the two year anniversary, there is still work to be done and it feels like healing takes forever. But taking all the steps is still really important. I don’t want to cover over my rotten feelings only for someone else to find them later. Surprise there is a giant hole here. Careful you don’t fall in.
if I had three wishes it would be for a faster, more predictable healing schedule, that I had not had to March out of three different rooms to get the quiet space to type this post and for thinner thighs and abs. If I had four wishes I’d wish for world peace.