I get “notes from The Universe” in my inbox each day courtesy of tut.com. Sometimes the notes are fantastic, sometimes they’re stupid, sometimes they’re so far off in left field that I have to wonder what The Universe was drinking when it typed up a particular gem.
Today’s, however, was great; I loved it because it exactly matched my personal ideology (and who doesn’t feel a little more self-important when they hear their opinions spit back at them):
When “bad” things happen to “good” people, Carlene, it’s often because they want to become even better teachers, guides, and helpers to those precious souls who will one day need them to be their rock.
Which kind of means, Carlene, that only good things happen to people….
Having lived through a decade of sexual and physical abuse, having survived the normal cuts to the heart that come from being in relationships that eventually end, having lived life, I have always believed that every bump in the road has turned out to be a positive in the end.
People are often shocked when I’m so nonchalant about being abused; to me, it’s something that’s made me smarter, stronger, and has given me something akin to a sixth sense when it comes to testing situations or new people.
To me, the bad has given me too much in the way of good for me to regret it.
Ian and I had a spat this weekend, now resolved, over wedding planning. The wedding planning process, I firmly believe, was invented to see how much poison a relationship can take, and if you can get through it intact enough to walk down the aisle, best of luck to the both of you.
I bring up the spat because if I hadn’t had my heart broken by any ended past relationships, I would have stayed just as stubborn and angry as I used to be. Ian and I would not have been able to have a conversation; words would have shriveled up under the heat of my Bitch Glare – I was the queen of the Bitch Glare.
You should pity my ex-boyfriends, because “spitfire” is the nicest word I can think up to describe my past self in relationships.
So, in the end, even though the broken relationships may have made it seem like my life was over, and it seemed like there was a hole in my chest that would never heal, I was learning how to be a decent human being underneath it all.
Now, all that “bad” has allowed me to have a beautiful relationship where a man I love sometimes disagrees with me or hurts my feelings, and we can talk through it and emerge out the other side in one piece.
Talk! Not Bitch Glare! Imagine that.
Today, when you drop your coffee all over your shoes, when your boss screams at you over his own incompetency, when you left your wallet at home and discover this just in time for lunch, somewhere in that “bad” is a “good.”
Granted, it will take five months to become apparent where the good is, but when you patent your idea for a spill-less coffee cup and make millions, walk out on your job and start your own business, or realize you’ve lost five inches on your waist thanks to your forgetfulness, you’ll see where I’m coming from.
Some happy links if you’re having the kind of day when you need them:
The Secret website
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I have Notes From the Universe and often flip it open just to see what my message is…in fact, I’ll do it now and share!
“Isn’t is strange, how once you set your “gaze” upon something or someone, you get to decide what you’ll see: good, bad, or ugly. Yet still, you think “it,” or “they,” has something to do with your feelings and moods? Don’t fight it.”
OK, this one I can’t quite figure out how it is going to uplift me, but it does seem to be in line with the blog post I was getting ready to write. Hmmmm.
Also, this was just a really nice post! Thanks! I’m linking my blog to it for tomorrow!
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