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Pulling up in my favorite parking spot, I immediately heard the familiar strains of music coming from my favourite trumpeter-on-the-square. I recognized the song, an old Christian hymn, and though I have forgotten most of the words, the line that was being played carried the lyrics “ I‘m tired, I’m weak, I’m worn.” I shook my head at the synchronicity since I was actually feeling tired, weak, and worn. We take on human form to live in this physical plane and there are times when our mental and emotional bodies just feel out of it. And often, just for added measure, our physical bodies join the play, setting the stage for pain at all levels.
There is no escaping feeling like this. It is just what living is. We cannot be happy-go-lucky, Mr. and Miss. Positivity all the time; things happen, life happens and sometimes the things happening in life conspire to made us feel less than our best selves.
The money didn’t come, the job didn’t come, the lover didn’t come and we become mental and emotional wrecks, tired, weak, and worn.
Times like these we have to stop, be still, and listen. Listen to our Inner Being calling us home to ourselves, letting us know that we are forever loved, cared for and cherished; reminding us of the sheer abundance that is waiting on us to accept, if only we faithfully believe; encouraging us to abandon our doubts and fears, knowing full well that the Universe has our backs every time and that there is no reason to feel the way we do.
We have learned that we ought not to allow these feelings room to root or else before long, we become magnets for all of the other tired, weak, and worn bodies around us. Instead, we acknowledge our feelings and then simply reach for those thoughts that make us feel good.
The money didn’t come but a bag of garden produce from our neighbour came.
The job didn’t come but time to work on the business idea we always toyed with came.
The lover didn’t come but self-love came.
Little feel-good thoughts, the glass-half-full way of thinking beats a tired, weak, and worn body every time.
