Our family has some shocking luck. We really do. When I was injured on an aeroplane last month, my friends shook their heads.
“How? Why? Why does it always happen to you?”
I don’t know. All I can say is that for every bout of terrible bad luck we suffer, we’re granted some equally fantastic luck elsewhere. I’ve come to accept it and to understand that our lives will never be plain sailing and simple, but a series of marked ups and downs.
In hindsight I always discover a ‘reason’ for the downs. Sometimes the bad times move me away from a situation that I hadn’t yet recognised was unhealthy. Sometimes they make us stop and take time together. Sometimes they force my hand, pushing me in a different and ultimately better direction. Sometimes they grant us experience and wisdom. Without exception, the one thing they always do, is make the good times feel all that much better for having known the bad.
So I know that one day, ‘future me’ will look back on this month and be grateful.
Phill has very unexpectedly lost his job. He’s not at fault in any way, the situation is a sad but unavoidable result of Global matters that are effecting alot of companies at the moment. I won’t say anything more because it isn’t my story to tell, but needless to say, so close to Christmas, it’s come as a bit of a blow.
The upshot? I get to see him.
After nearly four months apart, I get to wake up and fall asleep next to my husband. I get to properly recover from whiplash, rest when I need to and let him do the heavy jobs! Phill gets to reconnect with his daughters, his friends, his home.
We get to stop.
Just for a little while.
And just be.
Not all bad luck is all bad.
Love Rachel ❤️