When I drop my story, get quiet and question my thoughts, I find that the world is always giving me everything I need.
Which means everything that happens is a gift.
What gift will I get? What gifts are awaiting me?
If everything that happens is the universe’s absolutely unboundedly loving gift to me, then every moment I’m not sure what is going to happen is like Christmas Eve: and I can look forward to whatever will happen with the joyful anticipation of a kid with visions of sugar plums dancing in his head. Because it’s all sugar plums. I just innocently confuse it for coal sometimes.
I’m getting my gift! What is the kind and loving universe granting me now?