And then it happens...

 Anyone who knows me knows I have an appetite for reading. I LOVE to read. I devour books. This in turn, means words are everything to me. My love language is words of affirmation, my house is full of phrases, I pin a billion quotes, music lyrics stir my heart.

This morning I came across this:

    And then it happens.....One day you wake up and you're in this place. You're in this place where everything feels right.

Lately, I have been waking up in this place. Every. Single. Day. 

Old Jen, Jenny, Jennifer would be scared shit-less to admit this.. I would be holding my breath waiting for the bad to creep in..

Drinking my coffee, I realize that the bad stuff still is creeping in. 

Yesterday, I danced and sang while blowing drying my hair, excited to wear orange to work for Bullying Prevention Month, woo-hooing that it was Friday. Then...

I 

    FELL

        DOWN

                MY 

                    STEPS

Like legit, half a flight of stairs, dumping coffee along the way all over me, bruise creating a third booty cheek.

But, I still went through my day in my place. This feel good, at peace, beautiful place.

My booty just hurt, A LOT.

And today, shutdowns from COVID are looming, fires are burning, and I am still in my place.

I wish I could say I know how this happened, but I am not totally sure. Something in my heart just shifted.. 

I think another page just turned..