Some crazy $h!t went down on Saturday night: My large vanity mirror fell and broke into pieces and then my roommate's candle was on the verge of burning the place down, which brought on a fear that I would not be able to escape my bedroom if a fire WERE to break out.
"What is the meaning of this?!" I thought. Here is what came to me:
The mirror: I needed a new perspective on life. I needed to shift how I saw myself in the world. I needed a different reflection. And I needed to release all of the secrets that mirror kept. She saw ten years of my life, some of them very difficult. And that's not my life now. I look different in my new mirror. I like it.
The candle: I needed security. I needed to feel safe. I needed to know that "this too shall pass" and I will survive on the other side of all challenges that life brings me. I am in charge of the direction of my life and I not only have the power to light the candle, but the strength to put out the flame...when it's time.
It was a little sad picking up the pieces of my broken mirror. But I had friends there who helped me, as I do in life when pieces of ME need to be picked up. I was a little scared when I had to address and put out a raging candle that was two sparks from lighting up my roommate's bookshelf and clothes. I had to be brave as I was home alone. Some battles are fought alone, when you have to step up and show yourself how tough you really are.
And no, I don't believe in 7 years bad luck or whatever when you break a mirror. Doors keep opening for me and I am so grateful.
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