Tuesday, September 4, 2012
Another true story about moving and letting go.
Elyse, you once asked for my story and it now seems appropriate.
When you wake up, and find you are not where you want to be, you find the courage and do something for yourself. Lucky for me, my husband was by my side.
I left 88 years of building (a business), 38 years of my blood, sweat and tears, and knew for the first time in my life I was ready to live my life. So I left all my belongings in my house, filled the car with stuff for my furry children (dogs), took my backpack and 6 articles of clothing and we were off to investigate what I did not know. Driving down my street for the last time, I swear, I never looked back. For as long as I could remember I was attempting to please everyone else, never myself. I wanted a change and realized that cold March Monday the only one who could do it was me.
We drove through many states and then we came to a place we had never been before and began to smell the flowers. Not just roses, but everything else. I was able to rid myself of things which seemed to define who I was. The operative word was things. The more you have the greater the responsibility. I needed nothing, as I was ready to truly live a life. Remember, people see what you allow them to view. What I was defined as was not who I really am. Not my core....that was mine, private and sacred. I found there is something higher that was guiding me, to what I call my paradise. I am now known by my name, not a relative of someone, or my father's daughter, or the owner of a business. I am who I am, and have been graced with the opportunity to do what I have always wanted. Working within a community to bring business to that community, collect food to feed children who would otherwise go to bed hungry, raise money to better a community, the list for me is endless. I left "it" all behind to find so much more!