“Once you make a decision, the universe conspires to make it happen.” – Ralph Waldo Emerson
Somewhere around October of 2011, I decided I was done doing temporary. Almost, maybe, works for now, will do in a pinch, I’ve got nothing better to do, why not, it’s better than nothing, at least I’ll have something to write about… I decided all of those were no longer options for me.
And the universe has been laughing at me ever since. I’ve moved twice since that declaration, the second move being less settled than I could have ever imagined at the time that I made this brash assertion to the ether. The permanent love that dropped into my lap has proven theoretical by any practical or experiential measure.
One of my 3 go-to books for navigating my emotional state with some semblance of balance* says to listen to the songs that arrive unbidden in your head as they are a means through which your intuition speaks. In my head, I hear misinterpreted lyrics from Jonatha Brooke.
In my dream it’s all a test that I take to find myself.
I still believe in it, the power that accompanies a decision, even though the past two years haven’t exactly conformed the supposition. In fact, the past two years have provided more evidence towards a laughing, capricious universe that looks at any decisions made by me and says “ha! really? that’s how you think it’s going to be? well, watch this…”
Which leaves me exactly nowhere. I like to have some sort of a conclusion when I sit down to write a post, but today I’ve got nothing of the sort. Just that, in spite of all evidence being to the contrary, I believe in the power of a decision.
And I’m still officially unavailable for temporary.
*The balance book list is: