My 5B

Life can be cruel.
It often makes us believe that we are blessed, abundant, safe.
And then it laughs in our faces as it pulls our rugs out from under us.

As we get older, we encounter this experience many times.
We build out bubbles up, feather our nests, count our blessings, plan our futures, and then BAM! Rug pulled.

We begin wearing our rugs. Believing that if we throw them over our shoulders, let everybody see, they won't be stolen. 

Life sees, grins, and bides it's time. It knows that sooner or later, we will get hot, and toss our rugs off, or leave them behind, and then, it's itchy fingers start pulling at the ends. And before you know it, rug gone.

I made a decision many years ago, not to have any rugs. To have my children, to have my company, and for that to be the sum total. Some friends, and a little family were allowed, but these were more like scatter cushions. Beautiful, and comfy, but if they are stolen, we shall still survive. 

And then, I turned 41. I know, it's such a weird age for fairy dust and magic sparkles to appear, but they did. The even before my birthday I granted myself the gift of being loved, should it present itself. And four days later, the rug was thrown over me, when the most beautiful boy kissed me. This rug is thick, and colourful, and luxurious. And I cannot wait to sit on it, lie down on it, and roll around a little. 

Turns out, rugs may come and sometimes they may even go. But life without a rug, life without love, life without taking a chance, is like just opening your eyes to stare at the roof above you. Open your eyes. Sit up. Stand up, walk around. Look at the beauty and wonder all around you. Embrace it, and allow it to happen.

Yes, you may be hurt. Your world could come crashing in. But, imagine if it doesn't?

Be kind to yourself. And your rugs.