Hmmmm..... seriously?

We're all looking for signs that there's a being/force that's got our back, and I for sure found mine in the dancing deadlines of the last two school years: I NEVER missed a deadline despite my very best efforts.

I'm pretty conscientious about my grades and my reputation as a student, but occasionally I didn't get my homework done in time for class, was behind on a project, or wasn't completely prepared for a test, on EVERY single one of those occasions without fail the date for that test/assignment/project would be pushed back (are you getting this? I mean every single time, and without me ever having to ask for extensions - EVER I mean.. EVER).

It's impossible for me to explain how freakish that is. freakishly beautiful of course... can you imagine events shifting in your favour? Everytime? And without solicitation.

Since I no longer have deadlines for my classes, I've been wondering if/how that cloud of serendipity will shift. Fast forward to this morning, My note from the universe said:

Remember the joy you used to feel when you'd find a quarter lying in the street?
And how exciting it was when you got older and found a crumpled $20 bill in the pocket of a pair of jeans you hadn't worn in months?
Well brace yourself, Adaela, because the day isn't far off when in-between taking naps, swimming laps, and doing the routine happy dance, you'll be busy gathering documents for your tax return preparer and suddenly you'll find a statement to a bank account you don't even remember opening, with more than enough money in it to do whatever it is your heart now longs to do.
You do trip us out.

Sure enough,
The Universe

Naturally I scoffed, "TUT, I love your little notes, but you sure have missed the mark today! I won't be gathering documents for a tax preparer, and I'm pretty sure I don't have any money I don't know about!"

Well, here's what happened. Last week I received a notification from my bank issuing me a new PIN with the explanation a clearing house that had processed a payment against my account had been breached, so a new card had been issued. The card had arrived and was languishing among the unsorted mail until I found it just now, so I went to grab what looked like the notification with the PIN, instead it was a piece of mail postmarked March 4, 08 telling me that an investment account I started had matured in March... '08. I'm guessing my sister collected mail for me on a trip to Jamaica and forgot to deliver it, and I missed seeing it on a myriad of opportunities before now.

Freakish... ly beautiful. Sorry TUT.com, you clearly rule and I am just a silly plebe who may never fathom your ways.

I hear ya universe.

Change

My daily messages from tut.com really do feel like shots from the universe straight to my euphoria bank (go ahead.. click it, it opens in a new window). I rise and smile every time.

3.11.09

Sometimes when you're ready for a change, Adaela, and you kind of know it but won't admit it, when it comes, not only are you surprised, but it hurts.

Yeah, I know that doesn't help much, unless you remember the "ready" part. Because there is simply no change that might ever transpire in time and space that happens before you're fully able to use it for your own growth and glory.

Love watching you create,
The Universe

They all come with a post script:

So hey, Adaela, may as well just act like you had personally requested it, and soar. Because, truthfully, you did, and, honestly, you can

Happy Sandwich

• Dehli/Katmandou by High Tone
• Echo-Logik by High Tone
• The Orientalist by High Tone
• Hard Working by High Tone
• Short Visit by High Tone
• Enter The Dragon by High Tone

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I subscribe to tut.com for the daily newsletter, here is today's message from the universe:

"When you can look beneath their behavior that hurt you, Adaela, and you can see the frightened child - it becomes nearly impossible to be angry and carry a grudge.

And you so can.

ILY,
The Universe"

Above is the music that's keeping me buoyant today, and here is my work in progress:

I'm enjoying the messy freedom of working with oil pastels