The Catch...

 

Though I was born and baptized into a devoutly Catholic family, I’ve studied and  practiced metaphysics most of my life and it’s served me well.  The Webster definition is: a division of philosophy that is concerned with the fundamental nature of reality and being and that includes ontology, cosmology, and often epistemology.

It’s not about faith, it’s about trying to understand the WHO that I am.  It’s about listening to the still small voice inside to guide me through life.  It’s about navigating obstacles and welcoming challenges for growth.  I’ve learned to pray directly to God, I’ve learned to speak to my guides and spirits on the other side and learned to apply those messages to grow and move forward in this life.

I’ve always been grateful for this guidance and use it daily to travel through any challenge and to help me understand “failure”.  That’s the trick of it, though, isn’t it?  There’s always a catch.  While Metaphysical Me trusts that I am always being guided, I’m still a human being and the Human me here on earth gets frustrated.

Life’s thrown me plenty of hurdles.  Recently, the hurdles have been huge, but I keep leaping them with faith that things will be better on the other side.  I believe that with all my heart and trust it to be the truth.  That annoying human that lives in my body is losing her patience.

In the last year, I’ve been in search of the right and perfect job.  I’ve had dozens of promising interviews and often thought I found it.  Every time it hasn’t come to fruition, some issue arises to answer the “Why not!?!” question.  Things didn’t work out because I needed to be available elsewhere for some reason.  When it’s clear on the other side, I feel better, but the frustration still lingers.  I’m certain that the winds are changing and Right and Perfect will reveal itself very soon.  The Catch is that I will never know when or where this gift will be delivered.  I just have to trust.

Meanwhile, one of my favorite metaphysical songs says “my words are prayers, be careful what you're saying. my words are prayers, and I am always praying”.  I sing this to my kids all the time when they speak negatively.  I believe it to be true.  I should take my own advice.

Last night, I was talking to my daughter and said that as soon as I have reliable income, our next household project is windows.  Our house was built in 1976 and the original windows are not efficient and need to be upgraded.  Less than 24 hours after I said this, the window literally fell out of my daughter’s room and landed on her bed.  I finagled it back – with the help of prayers and duct tape – and found a replacement company – with a coupon – walking distance from my house. 

While cursing the air and applying duct tape, my husband came through and told me not to worry.  So I won’t.  The guy comes tomorrow to measure and order new windows for the entire house.  However long it takes, it takes.  I trust that it will be right  it WILL be right.

I hope that the powers that be out there in the ethers, heard me WHOLE sentence about buying windows when I have steady income.  I have a lot of applications out there.  Send the right and perfect job my way, quickly.  Please.

And please, don’t add any catch.

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