I recorded previously that I felt as though the Universe was testing me. I now have a reliable vehicle, a reliable source of income, my sobriety, my daughter and my faith in the proposition that intention creates reality.
What I didn't expect was to arrive at such a point where being content became a stressor.
I never presumed that contentment was a form of stress relief, because I've been presented with no evidence suggesting that the stress we feel when we are fearful or scared has a polar opposite in the realm of true happiness.
However, I did ask for it.
I asked the Universe for a spiritual challenge.
Protect me from stress so I can search my heart.
The relief is overwhelming, but it isn't quite what I've been looking for, which is scary because I've always thought that as long as I could achieve a perfect balance in the material world, I would find my proverbial Eden, one of them, anyway.
I can't tell you what the answer is, but I can testify, under duress, to what it isn't.
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