Sometimes the Universe lets me know I’m on the right track, by simply making me smile.
I cannot believe the holidays are here. That’s it. 2020 will be here before we know it. It’s just a stone’s throw away. I find that by the time Thanksgiving hits, the holiday whirlwind sweeps me up and pitches me out into the new year before I’ve even had time to look around and see what the hell just happened.
Well, that’s what it feels like anyway. Thankfully, due to the recent transition tornado that hit my life about six weeks ago, I’ve already been in whirlwind mode, and so I’m feeling strong and prepared today. I’m already in crazy town! Whatchoo gonna do now, Universe?
You know what the Universe did this week? Gave me a big ole pat on the back. It said, “Girl, you’re doing so well. You’re being of service in a time of need in a big way, and I see you.”
The message came while listening to oldies, in lane one of a bowling alley with carpeted wall decor. No kidding.
How did the Universe tell me this? The message came while listening to oldies, in lane one of a bowling alley with carpeted wall decor. No kidding.
I haven’t bowled in…well…I can’t remember the last time. I used to love it. In high school, my friends and I would clown car it in a station wagon to the Bowl-A-Rama where we would play “Mellow Yellow” and “Secret Agent Man” on the juke box, and bowl with an extreme amount of silliness…usually ending with someone getting injured. (I’m looking at you Eliot. I will never understand how one pulls a groin bowling.) Good times.
This past Sunday, we were invited to join a group of friends for a few games. I was tired AF, and have turned down many a plan lately. However, bowling? Now that sounded like something I could socialize for.
Game one, first thing that happened is that I bowled three strikes in the first three frames. Wa-Wa-What?! I have never in my life done that and chalked it up to someone needing to get a “turkey” right before Thanksgiving. But it didn’t stop there. I continued to bowl the best score of my life in that first game. A 145, to be exact.
I was pretty proud, but knew it was a fluke when first frame of game two, I got a gutter ball. Woops. But then…spare…spare….spare…strike…spare...holy crap what is happening? Game two, I bowled a 136.
Game three, I thought for sure my arm would be tired, but no, I bowled a 155, including a strike and spare in the last frame. My lowest score of 136 was even 20 points above the next high score. In short, I killed it. I blew everyone away, every game. Even my hubbie, whom I have NEVER beat in bowling. Never. Not in the 14 years we’ve been together.
There, sitting in lane one, I felt as though the Universe was patting me on the back saying, “For right now, you’re a gad damn winner.”
Over the past month, I have been exhausted to the point of freaking out in front of my family at the breakfast table, repeatedly crying in my studio, and hysterically laughing at the prospect of what the hell could possibly happen next. There, sitting in lane one, I felt as though the Universe was patting me on the back saying, “For right now, you’re a gad damn winner.”
I say that in jest, but I’ve really been thinking about it. I have written in the past about paying attention to the signs on our paths. How if we look around and observe, we will be able to tell if we are where we need to be, or if we have decided to detour and go off-roading (which can be fun, but not so good on the shocks).
While I have not been questioning the decisions made in the past six weeks per se, I admit that when times are overwhelming, it’s easy for doubt to creep in. On Sunday, I felt that the Universe was giving me a reassuring pep talk and saying, “You’ve been working hard. You’re doing awesome. Here’s something fun to smile big about.”
I mean, my highest ever bowling score was like a 110. I was always stoked when I broke 100. But a 155? That’s some higher power shit right there.
Thursday is Thanksgiving which has a complicated history that hasn’t been presented all that accurately. But, no matter the origin story, it has become a time for family and friends to get together, and for all of us to reflect on the things that we are grateful for.
So…I am grateful for my incredibly supportive, patient, and giving family and friends. I am grateful to be of service to someone I deeply care for, when they need it most. I am grateful for the ups in life, but also for the downs, as they amplify the ups when they come, and teach me profound lessons while they are present.
I am grateful to live in an absolutely gorgeous place where the mountains take my breath away and the ocean continues to teach me about myself. I am grateful for my simple home that keeps me warm and dry. I am grateful that I am tuned in to the Universe and can hear the direction that comes my way.
And I am incredibly grateful for YOU. THANK YOU for being on this crazy, beautiful, artventure with me. I love this community and I know that we will all continue to inspire each other as we move into 2020.
In the comments below, I’d love for you to tell me three things you are grateful for.
Aw crap…here come the tears again. So be it. I hope your Thanksgiving is filled with love, laughter, joy…and pie so good, it makes you cry.
Love & light always,
The photo at top is one of my little relief surfboard paintings I'm making for the holidays. They simply represent joy, positivity, optimism. This one is Del Norte, 8"x8", Acrylic on Canvas, $160.
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I am an artist and writer, living in Talent, Oregon with my husband and daughter. I use creativity to break through anxiety paralysis, I play in the ocean to stay strong and inspired, and I often visit my hometown of New Orleans, where the rhythm of my heartbeat is renewed. Follow me on Facebook and Instagram where I post stuff sometimes. To hear from me more regularly, join me on this Crazy, Beautiful Artventure.