Five-year-old moments: Asking for stuff you have.

My mom once told me, be mindful of the messages the universe is trying to send you.  ‘Cause it’ll keep sending them, louder and louder until you get them.

The message coming through loud and clear is that I’m doing way too much five-year-old asking. You know, where the kid stares at you expectantly with a mouth half-full of the cookies crumbling in both hands, tummy protruding… After they’ve asked “What’s for dinner?” I’m certain I did this and certain my folks laughed or fussed at me appropriately. Well.

Yesterday I sat, holding hands with a friend talking about how we both felt the need for… Wait for it… Friendship, support and advice.


Later that evening I sat around wondering how in the world I’d begin to do something everyone else in the room was an expert at.


Then, today I grumbled about not knowing the right people to get something done, and then while I got to grumbling about someone taking time away from my grumbling… That person introduced me to the folks I needed to know.

And this is me getting the message?

Apparently not.

The five-year-old cookie monster image is such a cute way to think about how silly we’re really being when w’ere more worried about future lack than present fruit.

It’s not as cute when something inside us falls apart, and maybe we treat someone badly who’s already at the end of their rope. Or maybe, we just miss someone we were supposed to learn from or share with.

We can hear something loud and clear and still fail to recognize when we’re meant to apply it.


Today, three times in (I’m only counting the ones shared here today) I am determined to nip this in the bud.

No more will worry, which on some level is really fear that something won’t be/happen/come etc., morph into thinking something is missing, which is really disqualifying my resources.

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