The Even Stevens

When I talked about our perfect day at the beach the other day, I neglected to include the part where we got stranded on the way home b/c our car broke down. I think the amount of relaxing we did that day had a direct impact on our reaction to the breakdown b/c we were both amazingly calm about the situation...even when we were pulled over at the side of the road & I was thinking we were going to have to sleep in the car b/c it wouldn't start at all & we were a good 15 miles from home. John managed to get the car to a Shell station (that was closed) that included a garage, so we called a cab, wrote a note to leave in the car (along the lines of "Please don't tow our car!") & waved goodbye to the Durango for the night.

The amazing thing about this story is that between the two of us, we had the exact amount of money we needed for the cab ride home. I don't know about you, but in this day & age of debit cards & machines everywhere you go, I seldom carry cash in my wallet. Neither does John. But there we were, with $30 ready to give the driver when we got out. And why is it that we had just what we needed right when we needed it? Because we're the Even Stevens, that's why.

The Even Stevens is what we call ourselves b/c no matter how hard life gets, no matter how many things seem to go the opposite of how we intended and no matter how much money we think we DON'T have, we always seem to come out ok in the end. We may not always get what we want, but we usually seem to get what we need. The Rolling Stones were right. And that's something to be grateful for.

John's better than I am at putting his faith in the Even Steven-ness of things. He has the ability to trust in the universe that things will work out. This is something I have to work harder at, but it's slowly coming. I believe things happen for a reason & I'm trying my very best to look at my job search with an Even Steven viewpoint. Either I'm going to get this job, or I'm not, but I'll get what I need when I need it. There's no sense in worrying about it anymore b/c at this point, it's out of my hands. I've done everything in my power to get this job; now, it's up to the universe to decide.

Sometimes, when I feel myself overanalyzing every little thing & I start working myself into an anxious mess, it calms me down to turn the decision over to the universe & the nature of things. Removing myself from the process is an amazing way to gain perspective & realize that no matter what happens, in the end, I've got what I need.

Peace out,
PortlandGirl