Others Are Our Greatest Teachers, if We Let Them Be
Yesterday I was in conversation with a close friend when I said, out-of-the-blue, “I imagine that felt a little like someone spitting at you.” It was the first time, in a long time, that I remembered living that reality. As a teenager, my mom regularly spat at me. It was her way of accentuating her feelings of disgust, disappointment or rejection. I think I had blocked that memory.
“I forgive myself for judging myself as not good enough for my mother’s God.”
As soon as the words left my lips, tears poured down my face.
I remember vividly the day I got the call that my mother had passed. I had just purchased her a Mother’s Day card. I have since learned that when the inspiration for the expression of love hits me, I better go with it and express it all out in that moment.
I won’t forget his parting words to me… “Slow Down. Pay Attention.”
There it was again. The heed I have previously ignored so many times in my life. Not just with regards to my driving (I have my dad’s genes to thank for my lead foot :)), but with regards to my living. I don’t slow down and next thing I look up and my youngest is three and the little “baby chubs”
“Don’t ask yourself what the world needs. Ask yourself what makes you come alive and then go do that. Because what the world needs is people who have come alive.” ~ Howard Thurman
I do not cease to be amazed at the beliefs we as humans hold onto even though they do not serve us well.
Just over a month ago I was involved in a car “crash”.
Or do you look and sound like everybody else? Chances are, you are not capturing the attention of your ideal prospects like you could.
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