Who ever came up with that phase? Better yet, who decided to change this phrase to “it’s all gravy”. What does that even mean? Are we referring to brown gravy or country style gravy? I prefer the gravy my mom used to make which had little pieces of fried chicken batter scatter throughout it. Mmmm, gravy. Who is the victor in this gravy war anyway? I prefer brown gravy, if you are asking my opinion, but gravy smothered anything is pretty good.
Have you ever found yourself back into a wall? I have. Hence my absence from MWA for a few days. Without going into too much detail and being, well how should I say this, tastefully, in spite of the circumstances.
A wise person once told me that, “doubts mean NO!” In this last year I felt confident about many plans had set before me this year. But, there was ONLY ONE speed hump in this journey which made me have doubts. And this hump finally reared its ugly head on Friday.
Isn’t it astonishing how one portion of your life can make you feel like everything in your life is spiraling out of control. Turns out, that’s not how life works. Although portions in life may not be exactly where I want them to be right now many, if not all, other aspects are.
After shedding a tears, erupting with anger and confusion, I’m finally able to consider this a blessing.
How do I know it’s a blessing? Blessings are followed by peace.
It’s all good.