Yet. mea culpa, I have been muttering "I really need to get out of here", on a daily basis, when I am at my #1 job. So it seems very ironic that I fall at my #2 job by tripping over a concrete parking barrier, landing on my dominant hand and my right side and head. I also have a sprained right wrist, bruised ribs,etc.
Could it be the universe heard the word break and took me out so as to not hear my bitching and complaining about my j-o-b? Or did it just hear the word "break" and took it literally? Be careful what you ask for!
Funny, I have so much trouble staying in the "Now". I do believe in a weird way, that I have been given a gift of time and reflection to realign and heal my hand and spirit.
Here is a poem from my yet unpublished book, Embracing Your Inner Cheerleader. Have a wonderful week!
Patch, Patch, Patch!
Why is it?
Just when you think things are going to be
Life sideswipes you, and throws you in the
I seem to spend
Half of my life patching things back
The other half I spend worrying
Whether the patch will hold!
Don’t tell me!
Is that another leak