One of my favorite things about blogging is being totally transparent with you. I like being vulnerable and open because it helps others realize they’re not alone, that we’re all human, and that we all experience similar things. We are all one, yo!
Yesterday was a straight-up struggle. I’ve been going through some tough stuff that I don’t want to discuss on the blog (to honor and respect the people that are involved). It’s one big “Divine Storm,” as Mastin Kipp says. Regardless, it was a damn hard day. After getting off the phone with one of the aforementioned people, I just sobbed. I hit my knees and balled my baby blues out. “I just need support,” I said through tears. I repeated that phrase a few times before dusting myself off and getting ready for the day. I got my shit out, asked the Universe for help, and trusted that I would be supported.
I was scheduled to perform a short set at my Grandma’s retirement community yesterday. She’d asked me if I’d like to come up to her community residence and play piano / sing for the residents and I was so down. Old people are my jam. On the way to this joyous event, I couldn’t help but feel sad and defeated. That phone call really did a number on me and I knew that I had to honor my feelings but I wanted to feel good. I maintained faith that I was supported by not only my friends and family, but the Universe, and tried to focus on the gift of service I would be giving in an hour.
When I arrived and walked in the door to the community’s main room, I saw a bunch of my family members sitting on the couch with my Grandma. I had no idea they were coming. “Surprise!” my aunt said, throwing up her hands. “We came to support you.” My eyes welled up with tears as I watched the miracle unfold. I felt my mood instantly shift and I gave her a big hug. “You have no idea how grateful I am to here you say that,” I said.
The performance was great. There was actually a pretty awesome turnout and I got to play a beautiful baby grand! I felt so supported by everyone as I played and sang. It was everything I needed. More importantly, all of the beautiful seniors loved the performance and enjoyed having some mid-afternoon entertainment to break up their day. After the performance, I thanked my Grandma and whispered in her ear, “You know, you’re a miracle worker.” My Grandma is a miracle worker.
Stay open. Be willing. And when the doggy doo-doo hits the ceiling, don’t seclude yourself and give into your ego’s thoughts. Acknowledge how you feel, dust yourself off, ask for help, and live in the knowing that you will be guided.