I know everyone goes through these seasons of craziness. Those periods when you just aren’t sure what the eff is happening in the planetary alignment to cause every possible hardship or challenge to fall into your lap simultaneously. The last number of months have been one of those periods. Not just for me, but for a number of the people around me. In a matter of months we have clawed and crawled our way through divorces, miscarriage, cancer, job loss and all the grief, despair and personal struggle that comes along with such things. If anything has been made clear to me through these unexpected and seemingly horrible events however, it’s that there really is a bigger picture at work here. Being that each one of us is in the thick of it, it’s just not possible to get a perspective far enough away from it to see what the whole thing looks like. But somewhere out there, there are forces creating a work of art that we are a part of. It’s as cliche as it gets, but I’ve never been more sure that everything happens for a reason.
As the clock struck midnight last night and I officially embarked on my 28th year on this planet, I took a moment to shut my eyes and thank whatever powers that be out there for everything that came my way this past year—the good, the bad and even the truly ugly. Without losing my job as an editor, who knows if I would have ever left the security of that position to try my hand at being my own boss and shifting my career focus to health and wellness? Without taking this plunge, how would I have ever learned just how many people believe in me and have my back if this grand scheme goes terribly awry? Without all the tragedy and adversity our little quasi-family has faced, how would we have ever come to known how far we can be bent without breaking? They say jump and the net will appear. In my case, the net come in the form of truly amazing people.
Tonight these people are coming together, not to celebrate my birth so much, but rather to raise a glass to the clearing of the clouds and the promise and excitement that is now hovering on the horizon. It’s a rebirth. I can’t speak for everyone else, but I can say that this 28th year is going to be one for my personal record books. This is going to be my year. I cannot wait to see what the Universal brushstrokes turn into as I make my way through and take a look back at this masterpiece in the making.
So to everyone out there that has been “in the struggs” (that’s gangsta for struggling) the last while, I invite you to share this rebirth day. Acknowledge what’s been, embrace the lesson—even if you can’t see it yet—set an intention and start again with more childish enthusiasm than you did the first time. Happy rebirth-day to you….