Yippie! I’m Laid Off!

I was laid off after 25 years of employment in November, 2017 and became officially redundant. Yippee! The Law of Attraction is working. I was a little shaken at first, but this push is just what I needed. What writer at 64 would say anything different? Yes, I wasn’t ready to retire and yes, I may have to struggle financially for a while, but this was the best thing that could have happened to me.

I have young friends who were laid off and forced to change careers, locations, and life plans. Many were devastated. Not me. I’m old. I paid my dues as a wage slave. I’m done! I had only one and a half years to go before retirement. I even had a countdown app on my phone. But wishing your life away, as my husband, Alan, said, is no way to go through life. He was so right.

I’m working part time to help make ends meet, but the good thing is that my stress level and blood pressure are both normal. I get to nap whenever I want to. I’m a teaching assistant at a local school, part time, so I get colds more often, but that’s when I get to stay home and write, two of my favorite things. I make my own bread and have a constant supply of home-made muffins in the fridge. My garden is looking better and I’m losing weight. Last week, I took my grandson to the beach and actually had some fun!

And, to top things off, we had a flood in our house! This little nudge from the universe has resulted in a new set of kitchen cabinets, a new floor in the bedroom, and, this summer, almost the entire house will be painted. It doesn’t get any better than this.





Imagery Deficit Disorder

I fell the other day while entering my house with groceries in hand. Sign from the universe? Of course. But what does it mean when you go down? It would be a lot easier to interpret signs like these if that inner voice with all the answers was louder. Did it mean stop? Pay attention? Take care of yourself? Rest? Stop complaining about your small house and learn to love it? I’m not really sure, as it could mean any of those things given my current situation.

That’s the problem with interpreting signs as warnings. If you get the intended message, there is a great feeling of relief and gratitude. If you don’t get the message readily, you add doubt to the problem the  message is pointing you to.

There are a lot of New Age discussions out there about this sort of thing–that you invite the circumstances of your life by thinking in certain ways. You know, “That which is like unto itself is drawn” would be how Abraham, Esther Hick’s spiritual guides, would put it. You get what you think about and I believe it’s true. However, it’s hard not to over-think the meaning of the signs. Exactly which thoughts led to my broken rib? There’s a lot of them swirling around in my head.

To get the message sent by the universe, you are advised by spirit guides to seek the counsel of your higher self by clearing the cluttered mind and waiting for the answer to come. Imagining white light is supposed to help. Ohmm’ing a note or two puts you up in the higher realms as well. I’ve done all those things. But, you know what? I rarely hear an inner voice. Don’t get me wrong. I believe in all this stuff. I just haven’t come across anyone who talks about how hard it is.

I’m re-reading the Sanaya Roman books. Orin suggests, to know your life purpose, imagine yourself entering the library containing your Akashic Records, find your book, open it, and the words will be there, defining your path.  My page has been blank for a week. Maybe this is why I fell?

I do hope my spirit guide has a sense of humor because I think it’s time those of us who fall down on our spiritual paths, break a rib, and can’t figure out which metaphysical message to pick get some attention. Maybe I should write one of those “10 Best” books next. How about “Top Ten Signs You’ve Misinterpreted Signs from the Universe”? A little wordy, but I can work on it. Or maybe I could coin a trendy new phrase–“Imagery Deficit Disorder”.

Anyway, to all those soul-seekers out there who do believe but dare to admit their mystical mediocrity, I invite you to share the honest and hilarious stories of your acausal disconnections. Hope I don’t fall down laughing.

Lots of Love!