I was driving yesterday and wondering how I was going to hold it all together for long enough to get to pay day. There’s a move happening, uncertainty with the job, some brand new things happening between my ears… and I was thinking I just don’t know how I’m going to pull this week off.
Then I got home to a letter from my best friend. I don’t know how she managed to pull it off, but there in the mail was everything I needed to make it through until Friday. Both in the support and in what felt like a sign.
It’s going to be okay.
I don’t know much about angels, at least not in the traditional winged sort of way. This is what I do think: obey every generous impulse you get. You never know what is going on with other people, and what might seem like a little thing to you becomes a nudge from the Divine/Universe/Source/God(ess)/Whatever you want to call It, a sign to the recipient that it’s safe to take a deep breath and keep on.
Nothing turns out perfectly, not for anyone. There are varying and assorted degrees of imperfect, but no one gets there. Our humanity is not defined by achievement, but by that stupid will to life that survives on the thinnest of diets. Achievement is nice, but the beauty is in the trying. Don’t be afraid to give someone else a nudge in the direction of keeping calm and carrying on. You don’t know how much it means.