It began when the world seemed to break apart.
Children were in cages, oligarchs were taking center stage, murders were ignored, and…well, you know.
As the world turned, I got pneumonia, my house flooded, I had foot surgery, and my mother died.
Yes. It. Was. A. Lot. (I may have been a little depressed…just sayin’)
And so, I took a break. I slowed down. Showing up as a coach, trainer, speaker, writer, and teacher didn’t make me feel good. As a matter of fact, I began feeling bad. I lost my passions. My soul was underfed and overwhelmed. I needed to get out of my shadow and into the light.
I began. We had a second house as an Airbnb. It didn’t take so much time to manage and, yet, it still took up brain space. We sold it. Peeling away memories of the house was bittersweet, but, things did feel lighter.
In 2009, when we left Alaska, we lived in a motor home. In 2019, we still owned the motor home and it became a fixture in our front yard. The romantic memory of our adventurous year of travel, and the subsequent hope of “one day” doing it again, had compelled us to keep it. In 2019, however, a new owner backed her out of our driveway. I felt lighter still.
There was space within again. My passion for making the world better place has always been within me. There is a soft glow from my soul and I am ready to return.
Love. Love.