Brother and I were on our walk with B yesterday, enjoying the sunshine and slightly warmer temps.
I’ll admit that I was in a bit of a space starting out on our walk … I felt uneasy. Probably because The BF and I were a bit off and when that happens, it throws me.
I know it shouldn’t, but it does. I try to remain in my happy, centered place, because I know whatever happens with us has no bearing on my happiness — I have to be responsible for that, but this is very hard to do.
It’s never fun to feel like there’s been a disagreement and things are amiss … even on some little level.
I think this is one of the challenges for me that I am trying to work on in this life … staying completely centered in me, regardless of anything outside of me that occurs.
Anyway.
Brother and I were both starting to get a bit agitated at B. She kept stopping. I’m sure she was just trying to literally show us that we should “stop and smell the flowers” — wait is that supposed to be roses? — but we weren’t having any of it.
After what seemed like the 89th time she needed to pee, we start crossing the street, right as a car turned the corner to our left. The driver quickly stopped to let us cross and that’s when we both saw the license plate:
Be Blessed.
Okay, so it really looked like: B Blesst.
Seriously? Could this message get anymore clearer for me?
And can I tell you just how freaking happy the driver looked? I mean, how can you not be happy driving around a car that’s telling you to be blessed? Can’t really see someone pissed off doing that.
Brother and I discussed how everything had to be right for that moment to have happened …
B needed to make all her pit stops. We had to cross right when we did … everything was working out to bring us to that moment, with that message.
I need these reminders. I need The People there, telling me in their own way, that everything is always working out, just as it should, on its right, perfect time.
All is well … for all of us … so let’s go be blessed.