We are what we pretend to be, so we must be careful about what we pretend to be.~ Kurt Vonnegut Jr. ~
(summarizing the moral of his novel Mother Night)
Lately I have been thinking of my word for this year: Rich. As my recovery continues and I am working less than is optimal--and as the economy persists in being in the trough--I have a plethora of opportunities to practice pretending.
I am pretending I am rich:
Today, I have enough.
I have enough to share with those who don't have.
Even when I don't have cash to share, I often have support, experience, the ability to be of service--even if it is more limited than I wish.
I have a beautiful home, a loving relationship, wonderful kittens who are almost healthy (there's still that issue of the runny poo sometimes).
I am in relationship with the Divine.
And when I put it that way...I am not pretending any more. I am all that.
Just this morning, I said to SO, "This living by faith thing is hard work." Letting go of my worry and being in the now challenges me.
"And other times, it's like breathing. It's just that sometimes...I have asthma."