My little 3 year old cat Joey is very sick. He almost died. And, still could.
Being totally human, I went off the deep end with worry. I created stories about terrible outcomes and took his fear and upset personally, especially when he seemed to not trust me anymore. It broke my heart.
If you are a regular reader of my blog you know that I have a lot of tools for helping myself through this, but as I searched my heart for what would support me, the answer was clear. It felt like a craving that I needed to fulfill and it all came down to this:
The God Box – I needed to stop obsessing over what was happening and release attachment to a specific outcome. Ultimately, I believe things happen for our highest good. Mine and Joey’s. So, I symbolically put my problems in a God Box and gave them to God.
Comfort – one of the things about being single is that I don’t have a partner to hold me when the going gets rough. The only time I feel alone is in a crisis. While I have amazing friends, there was something more that I needed. I felt like a lost, lonely, and scared little girl. So, I acknowledged and comforted my younger self. I infused her with love and let her know everything would be okay.
As I write this, Joey’s struggles continue, but I feel stronger, more clear-headed, and able to deal with whatever comes next.