Post Friday the 13th Trauma

I am so grateful to be sober. I’m grateful for my family, for Tim, for my friends, for my sponsor and for AA. I’m grateful for service commitments, for an early morning, for rest and new books. I’m grateful for a little me time yesterday, for prayer and for a fresh week.  

Gooood morning my friends (: As always, I hope everyone had a lovely weekend!

I am here bright any early with a pup curled up next to me (not so much as curled more like angry my laptop is on my lap, and he is now so he is resting directly on my arm so it’s impossible to type). Anyway, he is OUR new dog, and he is the sweetest boy. He’s a crazy pup who is currently eating off the tail of his favorite crocodile toy but you know..puppies.

I couldn’t be anymore grateful for this sweet, wild, precious animal we brough home. And who doesn’t want to hear about puppies first thing in the morning??

But what I really would like to share today is my HORRIBLE Friday the 13th experience. The day started out fine – do I was Friday the 13th? Do I not? Do I make jokes about it all day – yes. We hadn’t brough home Ori (the pup) yet so he was all I could think about and truly Friday the 13th was just another day.

And then…there was a bee. A bee that landed on our net thing that lets us keep the balcony doors open and the bugs out. And the bee was almost stuck on the net. I was worried it was going to get inside so I flicked it, and it landed on the balcony door that was only partially cracked so I went outside through the other door to push the bee door open a little more.

I’m very afraid of bees so I was only focused on the small, winged stinging animal UNTIL I turn around and THERE WAS A DEAD BIRD (not a pigeon bird guys like a beautiful Golden Finch) DEAD ON MY PATIO FURNITURE. Automatically it was an omen.

So, I’m LOSING my shit and I call Tim to tell him he needs to dispose of this dead bird when he comes home or else I myself am going to dive off the balcony. Not 5 minutes after discovering the dead body I get a phone call from a ‘No Caller ID’ phone number.

The universe was really coming for me. That was it – if I answered that phone call for sure it would just be heavy breathing on the other line and then we pan to my personal episode of dateline.  

In reality it was the school I registered to take a class at calling to tell me that the class I signed up for was canceled due to low enrollment.

Now I am almost three years sober and I still had to call my sponsor to have her remind me that HP has absolutely NO PART in the dead bird. HP doesn’t deal in that witchy stuff. Now maybe they did have a hand in the class things – maybe I need to think bigger more out of the box.

I’m definitely bummed that class gave me a ton of hope – but I can always register for a new one.

So, the universe and HP were in fact not out to get me. I told me therapist the other day that my spirituality boils down to believing even when I don’t have faith sometimes.

I believe that there is a reason for the canceled class – I’m working on the faith that something better will be on its way.

In the meantime, we have a happy pup and no more dead birds so that sounds pretty okay to me.

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Jane