In 2007;
I said goodbye to my dear friend Auto, my pal for 13 years. I went through the frenzy of trying to save him and the realization that it wasn't in my power to do so. I watched him pass.
I left behind a marriage as my divorce was finalized. I quit my job. I fearlessly leaped into the unknown, the unplanned, the unprepared ... the unpaid.
I spent months alone, but not really alone.
I laughed, I cried, I cried a lot, I grieved, I grew.
I missed my family. I missed my home. I did not know what I was doing.
I worked on myself. I spent time with myself. I liked myself.
I step forward now in trust, in faith, in knowing that all is well, all is perfect, I am perfect.
I am safe and loved.
I still don't know what I'm doing ... but, as my dad always says, this too shall pass.
Welcome 2008
Monday, December 31, 2007
Friday, December 7, 2007
A Leap of Faith
After almost 20 years of full-time employment I quit my job this year. For me this was a wild, wild thing. I've always believed that you have to work long hours to survive, so going from a nice 40-hour per week job with benefits to no insurance, no income, no plan was a pretty daunting leap and very hard to explain to my parents. :-)
I had got to a place where I did not recognize myself any more. I especially did not like the "me" who sat in the cubicle all day, rolled her eyes and disliked a lot of the other people in the office.
I had been training in Reiki for almost a year at that point and was feeling more and more inauthentic in my daily existence. One day, after a seemingly pointless conference call with several other office managers and administrators I had a revelation. I was the only one who thought this was all dumb and a waste. Everyone else seemed to enjoy their jobs. Who was I then to scoff at the latest corporate edict? It was me that didn't fit. It was me that was in the wrong place and the only thing to do was jump and see where I would land.
Once I had made this startling decision everything made sense. No, I did not (still do not) know where my money is coming from. But I wake up happy every day. I meditate, hike, I'm writing a children's book and, if I'm lucky, I have a Reiki client or two. Life is good and I've learned to be in the moment and eliminate worry and fear. It's been a huge lesson in Faith and Trust. Knowing that I am taken care of, that I am loved, that if I fall I will not die, I will get back up and keeping moving and changing.
I am ready. I am ready for love, real love. I am ready for family. I am ready for abundance. I'm embracing my power, not keeping it hidden. I am lighting up the world. What a wonderful world it is.
I had got to a place where I did not recognize myself any more. I especially did not like the "me" who sat in the cubicle all day, rolled her eyes and disliked a lot of the other people in the office.
I had been training in Reiki for almost a year at that point and was feeling more and more inauthentic in my daily existence. One day, after a seemingly pointless conference call with several other office managers and administrators I had a revelation. I was the only one who thought this was all dumb and a waste. Everyone else seemed to enjoy their jobs. Who was I then to scoff at the latest corporate edict? It was me that didn't fit. It was me that was in the wrong place and the only thing to do was jump and see where I would land.
Once I had made this startling decision everything made sense. No, I did not (still do not) know where my money is coming from. But I wake up happy every day. I meditate, hike, I'm writing a children's book and, if I'm lucky, I have a Reiki client or two. Life is good and I've learned to be in the moment and eliminate worry and fear. It's been a huge lesson in Faith and Trust. Knowing that I am taken care of, that I am loved, that if I fall I will not die, I will get back up and keeping moving and changing.
I am ready. I am ready for love, real love. I am ready for family. I am ready for abundance. I'm embracing my power, not keeping it hidden. I am lighting up the world. What a wonderful world it is.
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