A dear friend of mine has a squatter and she’s finding out there’s some problems with the plumbing. The foundation is cracking and the basement is leaking.
Imagine working everyday to keep your guests warm, fed, comfortable…. but your home just isn’t cooperating! The wee one has been squatting just shy of 15 weeks now and though it appears to be content – guessing on the party going on in there I’d say he’s pretty darned content – her home is at risk of crumbling around her guest and forcing him out on the streets where he just can’t survive.
Our most important job in the world – the one thing we are meant to do – is to love, nourish and provide for this little spec. A little spec who needs to grow into a full human. Skin, bones, heart, kidneys, a brain… a little soul with a big personality, just waiting for their stage call.
I may be used up, old, tattered. I may have battle wounds that would make a war hero cringe. Maybe (just maybe) I’m up for retirement after a terrific (long, arduous, non-glamorous) career as a pro squatter-hoster-person.
But what if I wasn’t? What if I couldn’t do my job? What if I’d failed at the one thing I’m supposed to be great at? What then? How would I compute that?
I would be crushed. My identity is wrapped around what I’m supposed to do and suddenly there would be nothing for me to do but constantly prepare for guests that never come. Ad nauseam.
So to my dear friend I say – although cliché – Keep calm and
carry on sit your ass down on a chaise, eat bonbons and do nothing but keep that spec warm, fed, and happy. Cracking foundations and leaky basements aside now is NOT the time for a major renovation. Do just enough to keep the squatter safe and let the experts do the rest.
Whether you’re entitled to a gold-plated speculum or your standard-issue stainless steel ones, you and I are one and the same. Godspeed dear friend, Godspeed. Trust He has a plan (cause your Boss-Lady sure didn’t!) and do what you do best: Be You!
Originally published at http://MyUsedUterus.com