Open Letter To The Universe

Dear Universe,

I don’t do religion. You know that. The organised aspect of it and all the kerfuffle that comes with it makes my head twist. I can’t cope. So instead of praying to any deity, I pray/thank/laugh at/scream at you… the Universe.

Today, I actually have a list of things to thank you for. Things that, if I did follow any particular religion, I would thank god for. As it is, you get all the credit.

Thank you for:

My Kids

My wonderful, beautiful, intelligent, funny children. They are 21 months old now and as their second birthday creeps closer and closer I find myself going into their room at night to watch them sleep. I touch their foreheads. I stroke their (totally wild!) hair and half strangle myself leaning over the cot to kiss them. I tell them I love them and go to bed some time later feeling like the luckiest person in the world. But it doesn’t end there, because I also want to thank you for…

My Fellah

Dave. Honest Dave. Kind, caring, handsome, understanding, creative, talented, loving Dave. I have no idea what I did to deserve someone like him in my life, but thank you for giving to him.  If, as I suspect, I haven’t done anything to deserve him, then I’ll spend the rest of the time striving to make sure I do. Because he’s everything I could ask for and tonnes more than I don’t.

My Success

Relative. But I look back at what I have achieved in recent years and I am successful. I can say that honestly and proudly with my head held high. Successful mother. Successful writer. Successful in friendships. Successful in love. Every day I know full well a bomb could hit and take it all away from me, but while I have it (and even when I don’t) thank you.

The Freedom To Follow My Dreams

A big one. Writing books and selling them? What the holy freaking, hell! Really?! I’ve dreamed about that since I was fourteen years old. It’s been my one consistent obsession for sixteen years. That must mean something and now I’m there. Everything else is gravy.

Keeping Me Here

I could get hit by a bus tomorrow. That’s not my luck (I’m not going to win the lottery either; I’m kinda middling) but I could be living in a war torn country, or an area flooded and impossible to live in right now. Thank you for putting me somewhere I could gain an education, be safe in my ‘non traditional’ sexuality, raise my kids and receive the same opportunities as others despite my gender, race or (lack of) religion.

I’m grateful beyond measure and just wanted to take a moment to remind myself of that. Because… you know… it’s important.

Thanks universe.

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About Ileandra Young

I'm a thirty-*mumbles* year old (purple loving, cheese worshipping) author of fantasy, juggling a pair of beautiful twin boys with my burning desire to make up stories and write them all down. When I get the chance, I play games, listen to music, and in days long past I even ran a radio show. Though I occasionally write non-fiction, my heart lives in fantasy and my debut novel, Silk Over Razor Blades is now available through Amazon along with part two of the trilogy, Walking The Razor's Edge.
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4 Responses to Open Letter To The Universe

  1. Love this… could have written (most of) it myself! Daily gratitude keeps the bad luck at bay! :>


  2. jmmcdowell says:

    I can totally relate to your gratitude. Even when I think things are bad, I still remember how much better I have it than so many other people in the world. Sending a thank you out to the Universe is something I do regularly.


    • I’m glad I’m not the only one. 🙂
      I just had to go back and read that post today to remind myself that things are awesome, because right now I feel a bit crappy.
      I find that writing out the thanks is a good means to pick myself up at times like these.
      Double whammy!

      Thanks for stopping by! x


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