My internet is down. Regular readers of this blog would know this happens a lot with me. Not in isolation. Always along with some other outage. This time my Foxtel is down, too. And my stereo is being fixed, so no radio. Also, my phone wouldn’t text or call last night in my flat. So I’m outta contact. In the past this has freaked me out.
Now I laugh. One way or another it always happens when I’m in a space where I need to stop. Recalibrate. Listen. How friggen helpful! At least it is when I see it as such, and don’t freak.
I’m now at a cafe in Bondi working. A friend from yoga just dropped in. She’s not working right now because she’s been made redundant. Which was a good thing, she says. She hated the job, but couldn’t budge. So, the redundancy, as she puts it:
was all a fantastic astral kick up the arse.
When we get an AKUTA we freak because it hurts and we don’t know where it came from. But if we allow it to stop us, and we then take a look around, we can see it’s in keeping with where we’re at and is a bit of a punctuation mark on a downward spiral, or a messy, bored, unmotivated stage in life where we’re not making good, proactive decisions. A punctuation mark stops things. Get’s us to notice. And switch directions.