Inviting Disaster?

Why do we invite disaster into our lives?

My husband and I recently made the decision to get a home loan in Washington state.  That isn’t a bad thing, it is merely an expensive thing.  It is good for my business and Pat loves living in a city. As much as he likes the country life, he prefers the convenience of being in town.  North Idaho has become increasingly expensive to buy a home and Spokane loves artists.  Thus the home loan and the bit of strain on our resources.

We have 2 cats and I brought home a third, a ginger kitten.  We have just put up the tree for Christmas, I’m waiting to see how long it takes the kitten to take it down.  Why did I bring this gremlin to live among us?  Because he is cute, needed a home and our other ginger cat was bored with living indoors after being on the farm.  Is he worth it, yes he is.  A friend just called him a homicidal muffin, pretty apt description.

We drive used cars.  Not newer used cars but very used cars.  We have a very lovely suburban in my mother’s shop, partially dismantled because it needs a new engine.  While driving back to Spokane after Thanksgiving dinner, the alternator went in our other suv.  It is now parked behind the suburban waiting for the money for the part and my husband not to be sick (cold).  We don’t have car payments, we could have car payments and repair bills but we only have the need for parts.

When the disasters arise, we wonder how we got there.  Why does this happen to us?  What were we thinking?  They were good choices for us at the time and bad things happen.  Parts age, kittens play hard and life changes where we want to live.  They really aren’t disasters, they are just life.  We can stand in the rubble and cry or we can start picking up and moving on.  Good things come when you are moving forward and standing in one place dwelling on the problems won’t solve anything.

Invitation is a choice, an act of your own decision making paradigm.  You made the choices that got you here, my husband and I made these decisions.  That’s it, move on and problem solve.  Things will get better and I will get deep sleep when the homicidal muffin curls up under my chin and purrs at earth shattering decibels.  My son and husband will replace the engine and the alternator, my daughter in law says she is ok with me having the car for a while and it is easy to get to any parts store from my house.  If you excuse me, I have to go find some car parts and a few new Christmas ornaments.