People.

A couple things … 1. I apologize if I’m about to drop too many f bombs. I’ll try to contain myself. 2. I’m pissed off. 3. Refer to #1.

What the fuck. There I go. Forget it. I’m pissed, so I’m just going to be pissed.

I’m locked out of the house.

I know. I know. Laughable. Which I probably will be doing in about three hours, but right now? Notsofingmuch.

Here’s the deal. I’m actually not so much pissed as I am exhausted. I’ve been up since 5, I didn’t fall asleep till midnight and I’ve barely eaten all day.

This is a deadly combo for me. The sleep part alone throws me horribly off track. The eating thing is the most strange, because I’m usually beside myself on border starvation every three hours. But whateves. I try not to question when I actually don’t want to eat.

So how did I get locked out? Let’s get to it. TC gets Brother to head to Dayton to help Aunt J take down Christmas décor. It was his turn to take one for the team and I needed these hours to detox from the day.

I was especially excited that the sun was out shining  and the high hovered around 50. A walk was just the thing B and I both needed. I got her suited up {aka, her doggie pack}, and went to leave, when she in her Pointerness lunged/dashed/sprinted forward, I drop the keys in hand while the other closes the door.

And guess what. It only took my scattered brain a good 10 minutes or so to realize I didn’t have the keys. I immediately knew I wouldn’t be able to get in, and the garage door code, for some unknown godly reason, has not been working.

We hauled back to the house, and sure enough, locked out. I racked my brain, trying to remember if we had a hidden key. No luck there. No luck reaching TC or Brother — or — anyone for that matter. Isn’t that typical?

The couple people I did eventually reach, had me dumbfounded they didn’t have a key. How do trusted neighbors not have a key? What’s wrong with us?!

I’m currently sitting at my neighbor’s, trying not to cry and have a meltdown. It was just the final thing today and you know how when you’ve had a rough day and then you have a vision in mind of some peace and solitude {i.e. : yoga and a nice long walk} and then one little thing like this happens and you feel like you’re about to lose it?

Yep. That’s me.

So now. I’m trying to take deep breaths. Let me re-direct. Let me think a better thought … this is actually great, a true “testing of times”, so to speak. Where I finally get to put this law of attraction and pivoting my thoughts towards appreciation and what I do want.

Here goes …

I’m really thankful I have great neighbors whom I can count on. Who have internet. How f-ing fab is that. No What You Be downtime lost here.

I’m so so sooo glad we’re in a warm home. And if I want, I can even bust out with some yoga.

There’s plenty of things I can get done in the meantime here. All things in perfect order. All is working out.

OMFG, People! Just as I’m typing all of this, my fab neighbor comes in and says he’s going to try to pick the lock and see if he can get me in the house.

Now that is funny. Technically breaking into the house for me. Should I be reassured or concerned? Let’s go with reassured.

**Update {23 minutes later} : he did successfully break in and I am now home. All is well that ends well. I guess I need to do this thought pivoting a bit more. That was one hell of a turn around time.

The Universe ain’t messing around … this talk of instant manifestation being possible, if we’re ready … totally see that.

So all in all, another great, positive experience. Where I am reminded that I am in control, no matter the situation … stay positive. Focus on the outcome I want to see.

I suppose testing times can be the best of times for us.