Monday Musings – January 21, 2019

I am starting this musing out with a super fun thing… HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MAMA!!! I didn’t realize this little musing (inspired by her) would end up posting on her birthday, but it did- and that’s just so great to me. If you have the moment, send her a little birthday shout today because she is one pretty incredible lady! #allthefeels

2018 felt like jab, right hook, jab, cross.9a92cc5ab3124e559d65de8f63bd69e4


And over.

And over again.

If you aren’t into boxing or never watched any of the Rocky movies, you may have zero idea what I just said. Basically, 2018 was rough and life beat me up a little. It was a year where I felt like I couldn’t catch my breath let alone catch a break. Maybe you felt like this too? Over and over through the year, the wisest woman I know, my sweet Mama, kept reminding me, you cannot connect the dots going forward, you can only connect them looking back.” Her wisdom would meet my unease of the moment or situation and it would allow my soul to be still. Somehow that reminder always soothed like a balm on rough, dry skin. I think maybe Mama’s are good like that. Showing up with wisdom when we need it so deeply.

I live in a world where nothing is random. I truly believe the good and the bad happen for a reason- a greater purpose. I don’t think coincidences are a thing, and I don’t believe we meet people by accident. I believe there is a greater power (for me it’s the will of God) guiding my life. Maybe I am wrong about the way I look at it, but that’s the basket I am putting all my eggs in for this lifetime.

The newfound wisdom about connecting the dots has allowed me to keep life’s punches in perspective. Maybe it will allow you to do the same? Try on that thinking and see if that’s something that fits for you and your life.

Looking back over time, maybe we will see that nothing was ever random.

One day soon – or 20 years from now – just maybe we will be able to connect the dots.

Connect the dots on situations we found ourself in.

Connect the dots on things that happened to us.

Connect the dots on people who had parts in our story.

You cannot connect the dots going forward, you can only connect them looking back.

For now, we roll with the punches as they come, because they will come.

And we believe it was never, ever random.

Meet you back here next week, same time, same place!

cheersdez cursiveslope



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