While flying at an extremely high altitude the Universe snuck up behind me and pushed me off a perfectly good plane. I had no warning at all, not even a count to three. Every second I fell I was mad and angry at the universe for pushing me. How dare it?!?! Every ounce of my being was consumed by frustration I forgot about the fast approaching impact with the ground and my body going splat.
Thankfully, a fellow skydiver (Cynthia) got my attention and signaled to me about the parachute on my back and it was time to pull the chord.
I had seven years of experience and countless dives out of a perfectly good plane and always took every safety precaution to ensure my safe landing. This dive was no different except someone else pushed me.
It does not matter who pushed me because my preparation and reaction are what saves me. Plus, I surrounded myself with the best skydivers who would remind me if I ever were to forget there is a parachute on my back and it is time to pull the chord.
I want to give special thanks to my team for the support they have given me over the last few weeks while dealing with a sex addict, drug addict, abusive, narcissistic ex husband amongst many other things that have been going on in my life. *Cynthia for reminding me I am not a victim but a survivor and to take my own vibration back. *Vanessa for making an important phone call for me so I did not lose work. Also for booking me a trip to Arizona and always being there when I need someone to talk to. *My Mom for listening to all my complaining. *John for his everyday kind words, advice and checking in on me. *My patients for giving me the will to get up every morning and make a difference.