My niece’s pigtails were uneven when I saw her today. Even my brother commented on it, saying he needed to do them again because they drew attention away from her sweet, smiling, drooling face. Her head looked off-balance, almost like she was listing to the right.
Sometimes we feel like that. A little uneven. A little off center. I tweaked my back this week, so everything has felt like that lately. Actions I used to take without a thought—like getting out of bed—have become a hardship. Pain has become a teacher, and I have no choice but to reluctantly bid him welcome again.
Sometimes we need break down before we can be re-knit into a higher version of our selves.
Happiness is unraveling.
These are the times when we must hold on to the promise of happiness, the knowledge that if we take the time to unravel those uneven pigtails and redo them again, so to speak, we’re going to be better off. We’re going to be happier.
When we are uneven and unbalanced, we simply aren’t happy, are we? We can’t be. It’s not how we are made.
So, I’m allowing myself to unravel more. To slow down. Give more attention to what my body and heart are telling me. To rest. To listen.
And when it’s time, I will start braiding the pieces back together again, this time with more clarity, with more attention.
When I am finished, I’ll be happier than ever.
What needs to unravel for you right now?