It's truck driving season for me again and I've been making the trek from Chicago to Nebraska a little too frequently recently.
Last Wednesday I was bringing back a semi full of swine, listening to an audio book, when I had to take a moment and realize it was probably time for a life check. I had this realization as I was chanting along with my book, holding my palms toward the sky, repeating, "The Universe is generous and good. I am ready to receive my gifts. I create my life. I create my destiny. I...."
I am a lossssssser.
It's always time to double check your life when you find yourself listening to the audio version of The Secret in the car. For like the 100th time. I've listened to this book so often the only thing I get out of it now is an English accent. (That's an inside joke for all of the other Secret searchers out there. The author says "love" like "lurve." And "law" like "lawr." Anyway....)
Well my wires must have gotten crossed with the Universe somehow because rather than receiving the gifts I picked out from the its catalog (a winning lottery ticket and a rescue dog farm) I received a few I didn't want. Like a Macbook that won't turn on, a new box of inventory that didn't arrive, and a few annoying/slightly scary emails regarding the t-shirt business...
The inventory will come in eventually. The emails can be fought. But the dead Macbook worries me. I don't have a thing backed up. I'm mostly just worried about my writing, I'm not quite ready to let go of five years of unfinished stories/screenplays/plans -to-take-over-the-world. It would be like a chunk of me is gone.
And so I'm currently working on Chris's ancient MacBook Pro from 1974. If I move an inch and the power chord comes out the Mac just shuts down. Then it takes around two hours to boot back up, at which point I have to solve a riddle and cross a bridge balancing the computer on my index finger while singing "Steve Jobs in an awesome Jobs, He reigns from heaven above with wisdom, power and love. Steve Jobs in an awesome Jobs" in order for it to start running again. It's a real pain in the ass.
But we're all going to be okay. Everything is okay. We're all going to make it.
Universe, I'm ready for your gifts. I really am. Make it rain. And I'll just be over here making another vision board full of dogs.