I’m Having A Tough Evening

I have to be honest and say I’m having a tough evening. My faith is wobbly. Really wobbly. Yep, that’s right, ‘The Angels’ Voice’ is not hearing the Angels’ Voice much right now because she’s too busy being disappointed.

My Soul knows that there is always a plan I cannot see, a reason I do not know and that ‘This or something better’ is at play, but right now my ‘Earth girl’ self is feeling more than a little sad and perplexed that a dream so close to coming true is now as far away as it has ever been.

I share this with you because people often think that I must have this whole life thing figured out and that being able to talk to Angels so frequently makes me immune to such experiences. But I can assure that is not the case. In fact, I think that’s why I am able to work with people as I do because I understand and empathise with the sheer mystery of life. I am human as we all are.

And let me say this: being sad, mad, gutted and whatever else we might feel does not make us any less ‘spiritual’. It makes us real. We do not have to feel bright and shiny and positive all the time to create a beautiful life. We just need to show up as we are and that means being beautifully messy sometimes. Letting it all flow through us and out of us is absolutely healthy and a necessary part of truly moving on.

What is not so healthy is staying stuck in the sad, mad and gutted or letting our circumstances define us. That’s victimhood. That’s forgetting that who we are as powerful, creative beings who have a choice about what we do with our experiences. That’s forgetting that life happens FOR us and not to us.

Still, I am not afraid to say that I am gutted to have been given such a wonderful opportunity, only to have been told ‘no’ at the last hurdle. So I am just going to feel what I feel because when I feel what I feel and allow myself to be real, I will more easily heal. (I have a feeling the Angels just gave me that poem to make me smile!)

I hope you will too, wherever you’re at. Life is not for the faint hearted, dear ones! But it IS worth it. We are worth it.

We love you,

Anna and the Angels