Showing Up
“Nobody ever comes to visit me. Thank you so much.”
“Nobody ever comes to visit me. Thank you so much.”
You never know when someone will take your outstretched hand.
From a recent conversation with my boyfriend:
Me: All of a sudden so many good things are happening in my life! I’ve got that job interview, I got a promotion in my captioning job, I got my 100th follower on my blog, and I just saved a couple hundred bucks by transferring a credit card balance. Could it be that the pendulum is swinging back the other way, finally? Could my luck be changing? I should buy a lottery ticket.
BF: Just remember that this is from YOU reaching out. Not the other way around. Keep reaching out and the way will show itself to you.
Me: You’re right. But, too, it DOES seem like it is the very times when I step back and surrender and stop trying to force things…that’s when things start to get better. Sometimes I just have to get out of my own way.
BF: I learned that from hitchhiking. The more you want and NEED a ride, the less chance someone will stop.
Me: Exactly! So, reach out by sticking your thumb out, but don’t add desperation into the mix. Don’t insist. Don’t expect everything at once. Just make yourself available to the abundance should it come your way, and then see what happens.
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That’s a difficult balance to maintain. Reaching out but not clutching, grasping, forcing it. Being humble without being passive. Being open without having expectations. Trying to reach a goal without anticipating an outcome. Having faith but taking responsibility for yourself.
I think finding the right balance will be something I’ll have to work on my entire life. But as it stands now, I did wind up getting the job!
On the other hand, I only matched two out of the six numbers on that lottery ticket. But hey, that’s one number more than is usual for me! Which is probably why I rarely buy them.
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P.S. Please do not take this as an endorsement of hitchhiking. In this day and age it’s entirely too dangerous. Getting across town, let alone across the country, isn’t worth your life. Unfortunately, this is not the world of my youth.