Good Things Happen to Me, Even When I Don’t Feel My Best

I have a secret. It's not a grand, earth-shattering, dragon-riding kind of secret. It's quieter, more insidious, woven into the fabric of my being like a persistent, shimmering thread. It's this: I always say, "Good things happen to me, even when I don't feel my best."

And you know what? They do.

It's not some Pollyanna delusion. I've wallowed in the mud, face down, convinced the universe was personally invested in my misery. I've known the gnawing emptiness of despair, the suffocating weight of anxiety. I've been there. We've all been there. Life, in its infinite wisdom (or perhaps its cosmic indifference), throws curveballs that can knock you flat on your back.

But even in those moments, in the thick of the muck and the mire, a tiny spark flickers. A whisper in the weeds. It's the stubborn insistence that even here, in this desolate landscape of my own making, something good can still bloom.

This isn't about toxic positivity. It's not about slapping a smiley face on abject suffering. It's about something far more potent, something bordering on the magical. It's about intention.

You see, the universe, or whatever cosmic force you choose to believe in, seems to respond to the vibrations we send out. If we’re broadcasting a signal of utter desolation, guess what we receive? More desolation. It's a self-fulfilling prophecy of epic proportions.

But what if, even when your inner world is a raging storm, you send out a different signal? A tiny, almost imperceptible ping of hope. A whisper of "good things," even when you feel like the embodiment of bad things.

That's the magic.

It's not about denying the darkness. It's about acknowledging it, feeling it, and then, with a strength you didn't know you possessed, choosing to look for the pinprick of light. It's about actively seeking the good, even when you're knee-deep in the not-so-good.

And here's the kicker: it works.

Maybe it's a chance encounter with a kindred spirit. Maybe it's a sudden burst of inspiration. Maybe it's the unexpected kindness of a stranger. Maybe it's just the perfect cup of tea at the precise moment you need it most. These "good things" might seem small, insignificant on their own. But they accumulate.

They build. They become a testament to the power of intention, the resilience of the human spirit.

So, the next time you find yourself in the weeds, feeling like the world is conspiring against you, try it. Whisper it, even if you don't believe it. "Good things happen to me, even when I don't feel my best."

You might be surprised at what blooms. You might just discover that the magic you were seeking was inside you all along, waiting for a chance to be unleashed. And that, my friends, is a secret worth sharing.

With a sprinkle of magic and a whole lot of hope,

Cristie Shoemaker