There's a quirky book I love by astrologer and author Rob Brezsny, and I pull it off my bookshelf every time I need a little kick in the ass. It's the kind of swift kick that reminds me that I'm not alone, that the universe is inherently friendly and full of blessings, and that there are syncronicities packed, buried, and stuffed into every little area of my life. The kick wakes me up out of my stupor and says "PAY ATTENTION!"
Rob's book is called Pronoia Is the Antidote for Paranoia: How the Whole World Is Conspiring to Shower You with Blessings, and you should add it to your coffee table if you feel so inclined. In a chapter titled "You Are a Lucky, Plucky, Good-Sucking Genius", Rob says, "I suspect that the whole point of our spectacularly confounding moment in history is that each of us must become our own savior." Hmm, I see you 2018.
It reminded me of something I wrote in my own book, Following Fear, in the final chapter: "From a near comical tidal wave of death, heartbreak, injuries, stolen credit cards, and couch surfing over the summer months of 2013, I learned that I can move on and up from almost any upset by giving myself the love I think I deserve instead of waiting for someone else to deliver (and p.s. I’m talking about the ways that are free and available to most of us, like getting enough sleep, exploring creative ventures even when you're sleep deprived, doing more of what scares you, feeling your feelings, etc.). Once I did it, huge blessings flooded back into my life with shocking ease."
This week I will remember. If I am willing to be vulnerable enough to give myself the respect, opportunities, rest, and blessings that I've been wishing everyone else would give me, I will feel a lot more relaxed and in charge of my happiness.
Rob was right. The whole world is conspiring to shower me with blessings. To get them? I will become my own savior.