In my personal operating system, everyone starts out with a clean slate. I’m an optimist. But I am also realistic.
I have blithely made choices in my life, unknowingly or knowingly, that have detonated emotional weapons of mass destruction, changing the course of my life and devastating those who accompany me on this journey. The good choices are, in my mind, divinely inspired; the bad happen when I go rogue. And there are always consequences.
Lately, the days have been lovely. No issues, no problems. But I have felt slightly off-kilter, agitated, and I couldn’t put my finger on what was causing this. Am so very thankful this mystery didn’t last long. The course of my life just took a turn I never saw coming as the result of another’s choice.
As I’ve said before, I process slowly. So I’m still thinking about last night’s sucker punch. Probably will for a while. When I make the mistake of trusting someone who deserves anything but, I feel stupid. And deceived. Manipulated and used. You might think this would send me spiraling in a downward direction, but no. Right this minute, I feel just the opposite. I feel lucky, plucked from potential disaster disguised as a dream.
The funny thing is, when I was given this recent information, it came with the repeated pleas, “Trust me.”
My response to that is the same right now as it was last night.