Looking for inspiration today, I cracked open a book only to find a typo.
I am struggling with what it means to let go and let God. Prior to my illness this meant take action and leave the rest up to HP to take care of; HP will do for me what I cannot do for myself. My last big ‘let go’ led to humiliation, job loss, and homelessness.
The degradation of telling my boss in full confidence that someone at work had videotape of me being sexually assaulted and that my family was in danger as a reason for suddenly choosing to leave my job is something that will never leave me.
Right action at the right time seems to be more appropriate now.