I'm a really lucky girl. My life is rich with amazing women; daughters, friends, my sister, my mom, and the many incredible women that have come into my life via the workplace. We're kindred souls connected by a deep fondness...sisters together in love and life. No matter what the situation - grieving for a parent, a man that's done us wrong, life running us over like a freight train - we're there for each other, plain and simple. That goes for the happy stuff too; we share it all. If a friend's in need, or mother, sister, daughter, I search my heart and soul to find the words that might give comfort, strength and encouragement to these sisters-of-my-heart. I do this because I love them. And sometimes I wonder...am I living in accordance with the advice I so freely give?
I'm in the midst of one of those weeks, the kind that makes me want to take refuge in the "little singles apartment" that I keep tucked away in the far reaches of my mind. My kids know what I'm talking about. When I say "I'm going to that little singles apartment in my mind," they know that this means I'm at my limit. This is a week that has me asking questions, searching my heart and soul for answers. I've been meditating also on all of those words of advice that I've shared in the past. After a lot of soul searching, I think it's high time that I hold myself accountable for living in congruity to my word.
There...I said it. No looking back now, right? Just go forward. Live. Breathe. Be true to yourself. Be good to others. Live a life that makes you proud at the end of each day. Protect your heart. Be responsible for your own happiness, and unhappiness too. Let choice, not chance, determine your destiny.
Check out this cool list I found in a book called Lists to live by, For everything that matters...
Learn to accept change.
Admit your weaknesses.
Ask for any help that you know you need.
Be open to solutions.
Deal directly with your problems.
Admit your faults.
Take full responsibility for your heart.
Tell the truth, especially to yourself.
p.s... As I was finishing this post, my (away at college) son called in need of an emotional "pulling up by the boot straps" boost from Mom. I guess forgot to mention the good fortune of amazing sons too...