Today, I was handed a piece of news.

Not good news. Not a bad one either. Just… news.

My husband didn’t get the job. He will remain jobless for an uncertain amount of time. The kind of reality that used to stir anxiety, trigger spirals, shake the foundation.

But tonight?

Tonight I am calm. Strangely, disarmingly calm.
I sat on the verandah alone, typing these words as the rain poured down—soft and heavy, like a lullaby from the sky.

I love rain. I always have.

Maybe this calmness comes from exhaustion. Maybe I’ve simply run out of energy to panic.
Maybe my body has learned that spiraling takes more than it gives.

Or maybe—just maybe—it’s something deeper.

Every morning, I whisper my mantras like planting seeds in the soil of my being:

*”I accept what is. All is well.
I am receiving the ultimate good that has no opposite.
I shall continue to receive.
Amor fati.
What happens is the best thing that could happen.
What doesn’t, is the best thing that didn’t.”*

I’ve said these words so many times, perhaps now… my body believes them. My nervous system hears them. My spirit lives them.

Tonight, I am not resisting the unknown.
I am simply accepting what is.

And it feels… unfamiliar. But right.

Karin Sabrina