On the recommendation of my good friend Trophy Life, I signed up to receive daily notes from The Universe.
Little affirmations, warm fuzzies, deep thoughts, all addressed to me directly by the magic of technology. (Ooooweeeeooooooooo...)
They all begin as though we're in the middle of a conversation (The Universe and I, that is), or as though I've asked some very deep "meaning of life"-type question, and the Universe is now settling in to give me the answer.
Much like horoscopes, I believe the site sends out the same or similar sentiments to all of its subscribers. The idea is that this Universal wisdom can apply to anyone, and it's up to you how you apply it to your own life. So...it's kind of hard to feel special.
And I'll admit, sometimes they miss the mark. Sometimes it's a nice sentiment, but it really means nothing to me personally. And sometimes the messages just seem like a jumbled paragraph of nonsense, and I just click "Delete," shake my head and go about my day.
But every once in awhile, The Universe comes through with something that actually strikes a chord with me.
Well, actually, Shannon, you were different.
You wanted a one-of-a-kind.
How we doing?
The Universe
I've been having trouble lately with one thing in my life: Contentment.
Don't get me wrong: Love my husband. Love our dogs. Love our house. Love my job.
But I struggle sometimes with feeling OK with where my life is at exactly.this.moment. Not constantly thinking about what I think is missing, how my life is somehow lacking something or somethings that I see in the lives of everyone around me.
And when I read this, it kind of stopped me for a second.
My life is mine.
I don't want cookie-cutter. I don't want someone else's idea of the perfect life, where everything happens perfectly and everything is perfectly timed.
I want one-of-a-kind. I want unique. I want MINE.
It's the last place I expected to find any kind of insight into my whole contentment conundrum -- or any actual life crisis, for that matter.
Well played, Universe. Well played.
