Ok, that is my issue, and it's tiring and annoying!
As regular readers would know, I've been living on my own for most of this year. Which I love ,of course it's me and Suki, but it can also get really old. Because I'm the only one who can do the cleaning, the cooking, the garden and the shopping, and also to work out the house maintenance.
So anyway, I was outside working on the vege garden (something that I love doing for heaps of reasons I want to share with you soon!) when upon unhooking the hose to water in my new seeds, the window sill it was hanging from came off. The wood had rotted through!! Lucky I saw it because the louvre in the window was resting on that piece of wood. And see the thing with renting is if that glass has slipped out, I would have been responsible to replace it. Eeek.
Anyway, my first reaction was to feel like "why me?", all self pity and "Gawd life can be hard" and "why can't one thing work?" and all that junk.
Lots of "I hate this house" and "I want my new house", but my financial plans have been extended (divorce will do that to ya! - and yes I even went down that rabbit hole for a while!). I even complained to my sister, my mum, anyone who would listen really,
So the universe decided to show me, in a very clear, no chance of misunderstanding kind of way.
Wednesday evening, and I headed off home from my day job. It's wasn't until I pulled into my driveway that I had a flash back - me dropping my house keys into the bag I was carrying my snacks in. And then me, having not eaten those snacks all day, putting the bag into my locked desk drawer for tomorrow.
Short story - no keys.
And before you say go back to work and get them, let's remember where I work. In a bank. Not so easy to pop by outside of office hours!
So I am outside, Suki is in the sunroom .... And the closest person with a spare key is at least two hours drive away.
Light bulb - the bathroom window. That slipped out louvre and rotten window.
I pulled out the ladder from my garage and as I climbed it, in my suit and heels, I looked and that window and back at my hips and then back at the window .... Exact fit is about the best way to describe it!
I'd be lying if I said I wasn't impressed with myself and my ninja moves into that window, as I dropped down from hanging on the top sill.
I felt so accomplished, I felt like a giant winner.
When I unlocked my front door, I was my own hero. I was proud of myself. I was glad I do yoga, I was glad I am slim, I'm glad my doggie gets so excited when she sees me being MacGyver.
And I remembered to remember - when the universe closes a door, she ALWAYS opens a window (and sometimes, when you're lucky, two!).