Got to gym today, no surprise, but 15 minutes later than usual on Sundays. I was feeling like garbage and was about to grab my blanket, and turn on the massage and heat cushion to take a nap, but got out of the truck to go in anyway.
Walked in with a nice lady that I've spoken with a few times here. Polite conversation turned deep quickly. She invited me to a Buddhist meditation this week. This is geared toward addicts but open to anyone. I'm an addict in several ways, but I won't say it there. I'm addicted to self loathing, self neglect, wallowing the past, and exercise. She's new to the ideas of becoming awakened and aware as well. I knew there was something, some reason though unknown to me, that I needed to talk to her much more than the first time I saw her or the other few minor conversations. Now I think I know what it is.
The Universe keeps telling me to pay more attention to my spirituality, and it blatantly invited me today. I went from feeling like crap to knowing truly why in a few minutes. I've been neglecting myself spiritually and wallowing in my own crapulence of self-loathing, backsliding because I was feeling alone and lonely. I'm never alone, because we are all parts of the one Universe.
This is exactly the sort of thing I have been needing desperately. Serendipity in its finest form.