Blessing in Disguise:
A Cosmic Course Correction Wrapped in Love 

Broken ribs two days before Christmas--a blessing in disguise?

Picture this: two days before Christmas, I’m sprawled on the floor, clutching my side, wondering if I’ll ever breathe normally again. Three broken ribs—ouch! A holiday disaster, right? Or maybe, just maybe, a blessing in disguise—a dazzling nudge from Spirit, a course correction to realign my life with my soul’s deepest callings. Stick with me, because this wild tale might just have you nodding along, seeing your own unexpected detours in a sparkly new light.

Blessing in disguise thanks to 'zombie' game with my kids.

Let’s set the scene. It’s two nights before Christmas Eve, and my kids and some of their friends—those little masterminds—beg me to join their epic “zombie” game. Think Capture the Flag with a glow stick twist, dart guns blazing, and darkness adding that extra thrill. I say yes (because who can resist those pleading eyes?), and boom—I’m dubbed the VIP. My mission? Snag the glow stick from the family room and dash it back to base while my teammates fend off the “zombies.” Easy peasy, right?

Not quite. As I’m weaving through the chaos, dodging outstretched zombie arms, fate throws a curveball—a massive easy chair, stealthily repositioned by some clever kid for ambush tactics. I don’t see it coming. Full speed, I trip, crash-land on its unforgiving armrest, and crunch—my ribs take the hit. The air whooshes out of me, and I’m down, rolling to the floor, wondering if this is my cosmic wake-up call. Spoiler alert: it was.

Blessing in disguise started out hurting like heck.

The kids, bless their hearts, pause their whooping to check on me—casually at first, until they realize Mom’s not bouncing back so fast. The game fizzles out, the mood dims, and I hobble through the next few days, pain radiating with every breath. Broken ribs hurt like heck—has anyone warned you about that? But here’s where the magic kicks in. Amid the ache, I start to see this mishap as a blessing in disguise, a glitter-dusted gift from the Universe.

Appreciating a blessing in disguise may require a sense of humor.

See, I’d been whispering to friends about craving a “stay-cation”—a cozy, at-home escape from my whirlwind life. And the Universe? It overheard me, chuckled, and delivered. Suddenly, I’m grounded—no running around, no tackling endless projects. Just me, my thoughts, and a chance to ask: Why this? Why now? I’d been affirming daily, “I see only order and constructiveness all about me,” so how did this chaos fit in? Turns out, it was the ultimate course correction, a recalibration straight from my Higher Self.

Course correction was the huge payoff from this blessing in disguise.

Northwestern University describes a course correction like this: when a spacecraft veers off its path, engineers calculate its position, adjust its vector—speed and direction—and fire the thrusters to nudge it back on track. That’s what those ribs did for me. They stopped me cold, forcing me to rethink my orbit. I’d been pouring energy into a community that, frankly, didn’t pour much back. No judgment—just a noticing. My soul commitments—self-care, my kids, my writing—had been sidelined. This blessing in disguise was my ticket back to what matters.

Sweet tender loving care came cloaked in this blessing in disguise.

And oh, the tender love that flowed! My family rallied like champions. Christmas stayed magical, even with me sidelined. They waited on me hand and foot, tweaked the menu to keep it simple, and gifted me the Batman Blu-ray collection (no laughing or crying allowed—too painful!). Their care wrapped me in a warm, sparkly glow, reminding me I’m surrounded by love.

As I healed—slowly, over six months—I took stock. I’d been overextended, chasing “indispensable” roles that drained me. Time to shift. I began affirming, “I am surrounded by those who love and support me,” and redirected my energy to my kids’ schooling, playtime (zombie games included!), my pets, my garden, my writing—my true soul commitments. I shed the excess with a cheerful heart, no rancor, just gratitude.

Reaping the rewards from the blessing in disguise.

This forced pause? Pure gold. It freed me to prioritize what lights me up—like writing this for you, dear reader, and leveling up my craft. It even sparked regular video game nights with my son—unexpected life lessons tucked into every pixel. Another blessing in disguise!

Counting my blessings in disguise with gratitude!!

So here I am, counting my blessings with a wink and a smile. Life’s course corrections don’t always glitter at first, but dig a little, and you’ll find the treasure. What’s your blessing in disguise? Let’s chat about it—I’d love to hear how Spirit’s nudging you back to your path!

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