It’s now April and I’m finally getting down to the category of New Years Resolutions that begins with: Reach Out With Your Business and Grow. The first item in that list is: Blog. So here I am, restarting my blog. I was surprised to realize it’s been just about 3 years since I’ve posted. July 2011 was my last newsletter. July 2011 was when my mother was diagnosed with terminal cancer. Not a coincidence. A long time ago, I heard Dennis Waitley say that the Chinese characters for the word “crisis” are opportunity riding the dangerous wind. Nice. True.
The last three years were challenging but brought great gifts. The biggest challenge? I lost my mother. I Lost My Mother.
But challenge brings gifts and I got some.
The best gift? There are many but the best was the challenge to walk my talk. It didn’t always feel like a gift and I stumbled. A lot. But I got back up, always supported, loved, and forgiven by friends and family.
I stopped playing the role of mascot (mostly, I am the baby, after all) and found healthier responses to old patterns and new troubles.
I practiced self-care daily. Somedays I could muster only a few mindful breaths but I did them and practiced gratitude. I put aside all but the essentials. Being a good daughter, mother, and therapist were essential. Being a good entrepreneur and housekeeper were not.
I practiced mindful presence. There is a Buddhist meditation that begins with the contemplation, “I could die today.” It is my favorite meditation because it helps me focus on valuing this day and this moment. We lived that practice.
I practiced at least a few of the 7 Habits of Highly Effective People. Especially Begin with the end in mind. We knew where we were going. We did all that was in our power to make sure we arrived intact.
And now that the dust has settled, I have a new home with a great yard and great neighbors, deeper love and respect for my siblings, not as an adoring baby sister, but as a peer who respects good, good men, a deep bond with my sister (who married my brother but bound herself to my heart over manyhours of laughter, tears, and desperation, to have and to hold). A new respect for the next generation as fine adults, my kid, my brother’s kids. Their kids. Family.
Gratitude. I am grateful for every moment and I am grateful to be back.
What about you? What are the gifts of your crises?