Earlier today I was paying bills. Next up was the mortgage. I had the check all filled out. I had the envelope ready and stamped. I picked up what I thought was the mortgage bill, but wait, it’s just a piece of junk mail. So. . . where’s the mortgage bill?! I look everywhere, the coffee table (where I usually abandon it) the couch, my writing desk, it’s not there, it’s just gone! I start hyperventilating a little bit, and my imagination starts spinning out of control.
If I don’t pay my mortgage on time the bank might foreclose on me. If my house is foreclosed on, where would I go, what would I do?! I’d be homeless. I can’t be homeless!! I’m like a marshmallow in human form, I can’t survive on the mean streets of suburbia! I can barely survive without a Starbucks within walking distance!
And then I find it.”Thank goodness! Thank goodness!” I found it. I’ve never been so happy to see a mortgage bill. Someone had put the bill away properly in the to-be-paid mail cubby that I have on my desk (no wonder I couldn’t find it).
I used to have anxiety attacks a lot while I was in college. I don’t have them anymore, but I was awfully close today. I had to sit down on my couch just to get my breathing under control. And just like magic my kitty comes over to me and purrs and climbs on my lap and rubs her fuzzy cheek on my tummy. Instantly my stress levels drop about 90%. I put on Pandora so we can listen to a little music while I cuddled Miss Kitty, and the very next song that comes on is Bob Marley’s Three little birds. And just like that, my troubles melt away. Truly, it must be kitty magic!
So, if you’re having a bad day today, I can’t loan you my kitty (she’s mine, all mine!) but maybe this song will make you feel better!