… my hearts desire, my soulmate, my purpose, was present in my life all this time but I mislabeled the package?
I know for a fact that I’ve mislabeled packages. I made men that were supposed to be acquaintances into boyfriends. I thought that seasonal friendships would last lifetimes. I thought jobs were careers. I thought houses were homes.
I thought… I thought… I thought…
Have you ever been in a store looking for a shirt in your size by sliding the hangers on the rack that have the size tags on them? Only to realize that you went through that rack and the Large shirt was on a Small hanger.
I hope you get the idea now.
Something in the past two weeks happened, “I heard the words with my ears, but I listened with my heart.” I was clear that I mislabeled a package. I started to beat myself up and wonder, “What if?”
Bottom Line is … packages get mislabeled. When you realize it, try to correct it.
Shoot Your Shot.
I am a firm believer in what’s meant for you will always find you… even if it sucker punches you.