Okay, here’s a bit of a left turn (can’t go right LOL) from some of the recent topics. Am I  missing the obvious? And if I am, why? Am I so busy looking at the wrong things that I can’t see what’s right in front of me? Am I distracted? Is it that I’m not detail oriented? Am I so enamored with th big signs that I miss the little ones? Is it just human nature?

All of the above.

I had a couple of examples show up recently. Here’s the first. I was struggling – really stuck in struggling – to come up with an answer to a question I had, and I needed the answer NOW. The frantic energy I was creating was a bit of a tornado. Two days earlier, I had written last week’s blog about how sometimes we just need to sit with it. I was on a call, and someone said “don’t push it, just sit with it.” Duh. Should have seen that one, right?

Another one I’ve already mentioned in my blog about picking my word for the year, which is love. The signs were everywhere, especially in my woo world (my tarot readings, my Aura-Soma bottle, my 52 helper card reading for the year to name just a few). But also, it’s the thing that I feel has been missing the most during the pandemic for me – because my love language is making music, and because I haven’t been able to be around the people I love in ways and places I want. Duh. Love.

There are many more examples, so obviously I needed to write this blog. Obviously.

I am not beating myself up, or telling myself stories about how stupid or dense or obtuse I am. I’m just chuckling. I’m graciously telling myself it happens to all of us, maybe even more so now. Because that’s what love would do – be gentle and supportive.

So if you find yourself missing what’s right in front of your nose, just give yourself a break. Maybe turn it into a funny story without putting yourself down (obviously). And if you can’t find something, maybe step back and look for the obvious. It’s probably okay to be Captain Obvious once in a while.

In the meantime, remember these things: You are loved. We are all loved. Obviously. Let’s all be kind. And in all things – progress, not perfection!

Love and light,

Maggie

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