I am trying to encourage my inner warrior. My attempts are feeble, but after listening, uncomfortably, to the teachings on this particular spiritual journey, I want to try. I want to encourage my inner Joshua, or perhaps my inner Xena, wherever she may be hiding.
The phrase “The universe is conspiring for you” haunts me everywhere I go. I’m trying the phrase on, breathing it in, attempting to make its uncomfortable form fit somehow onto my rather meek head.
Today it was a simple task. I merely wanted to work on some editing at Starbucks. I went; I saw the one, tiny empty table. Contrary to my usual slow and self-conscious self, I purposefully marched to claim the table in the long, dark corridor. Once seated, my eye caught sight of a man leaving the table I really wanted: next to the expansive window, where I could let my mind take wandering breaks while contemplating the pitter patter of the rain.
“This is silly,” I thought. “I just sat down.” I checked out the line. No one else seemed to be moving toward the table. “The universe is conspiring for you.” Damn, perhaps it was. I grabbed my belongings and purposefully marched again, satisfyingly plunking myself down beside the window, thankfully taking in the view. (Well, okay, it’s just a parking lot and a McDonalds, but it’s still a view.)
I’m happy to report that I’ve just completed a very productive session of editing. Sometimes, it’s in the small details of life, eh?
How is the universe conspiring for you today?