Being fucked over by my body // Being looked after by the universe
I have a wonderful arrangement with my hospitality day job that I don’t work when I’m bleeding. I’m a firm believer in listening to our bodies and as women allowing ourselves to rest while menstruating. Here are a couple of resources - The Spiritual Practice of Menstruation and The Secret Power of your Period Revealed
So when I woke up mid-dream a few nights ago and immediately intuited “I’m about to bleed a week early” I let my boss know, and luckily just before they did the roster.
I only got two shifts this week.
Cue - Poverty consciousness.
"FUCKING BODY fucking fucked me over, why do you do this to me!?!? I’m being penalised for being a WOMAN!!! If I could only work through it I wouldn’t have to deal with only getting two shifts this week”
I’ve had my three days off and my period is still nowhere in sight. These three days have been filled with EPIC tiredness, resting and not-being-able-to-do-anything. And bashing myself up for missing out on money. My financial situation is on the improve but at the moment I am still reliant on my usual 3-4 days work a week to live comfortably.
Yesterday I was exhausted. All I could do was flop onto the outside couch and lay in the sun for a few hours, soaking up energy like a reptile. Coming to terms with the fact that maybe my body just needed to rest and recuperate and that’s why it tricked me into getting extra days off.
Then inspiration struck
I’ve been wanting to do a study painting of the Leucadendron plants that I always steal from the neighbours garden. So with my newfound sun energy I grabbed a cutting and started painting.
An hour and a half later I had created something beautiful. Where the hell did that come from? I totally forgot that I could paint like that!
I posted it on Facebook and within a few hours there were two people who wanted to buy it! I sold it to one of them, a lovely family member, and I’m possibly doing another as commission for the second buyer.
My poverty consciousness dissolved.
And I remembered that I am looked after. That the universe has my back.
That there is reward for putting myself first and LISTENING even when it feels counterintuitive or like I’m unconsciously working against myself.
There’s always a reason.