Today I sold my car. On Friday my house went unconditional. For at least 4 hours I was "homeless" and "car-less" - inverted commas because, let's face it - I'm far from homeless or car-less. I have the ability to rent and maybe even buy. All I have to do is find the right home.
But for a few hours I was panicking - all the what-ifs came to play and they're relentless little shits.
Then Monkey went to bed and after his story, we chatted for a little and he said "Mummy, I love you and hope that you had a good Mother's Day. I love you and want you to be happy knowing I'm happy wherever you are." Then he kissed me on my forehead and snuggled me.
That's when I decided it will all work out. That everything has happened for a reason, like it always does. CA left me because our marriage was broken, our life together was killing us and it was the best thing to do. It worked out for the best - I am happier now than I can ever remember being. My house sold to the lady down the road because she will look after it and not sell it on for a profit. She paid us a fair price too. I will find a home for Monkey and I in the right place for us. It will happen when it happens. I just have to keep looking for it. My job at the Community House will become permanent and paid exactly when I need it to, I just have to ensure I have put in the graft to honour the role. I will get the car I need at the right price because a friend has loaned me his car while I look for my new one.
Karma is such that what you give out to the world will come back to you. If I believe that, I am sure I will be better than OK.