I am due to move in sixty hours and thirty minutes; the removalists will be knocking on my door. I wanted to be packed and ready to go last Sunday. I fell ill. The girls I work with in the same staff room too. Four of us. All away on Monday and now taking turns. Lauren went to the doctor today; it’s a bacterial infection. I’m hoping I wake up better tomorrow morning. I hate going to the doctors.
So the timing of the illness is reinforcing my lessons of patience and faith. I became a little stressed for the first time earlier tonight. I’ve barely moved all day. I decided I would try to finish packing my room. Two boxes in and I was done; back on the lounge exhausted. Two boxes.
I’m not stressed now. I know it will happen. I have faith that somehow it will get done.
Which leads me to another lesson.
Three people have offered help: Lauren, Cherie and Lyn. I have not rejected their offers. That alone is a near miracle. I will see how I am tomorrow. I may have learned to accept help. I let Lauren organise a friend’s ute to help us transport IKEA purchases on Sunday and I almost didn’t feel guilty.
I’m growing. This move is showing me how much I have centred myself.
I am at peace. I am present in the present. And I have complete trust that all will be alright.
I seem too, to have let go of fear. And I have been trying to teach others to do the same. The initiation has truly transformed me.
I have let go of past resentments and poor attitudes, let go of blame and of guilt, even of shame. I accept that all was as it was supposed to be.
I feel so blessed. I have enough. Enough money. Enough love. Enough support. Life isn’t perfect but it’s exactly as it is supposed to be.
And that is enough.