Just between us, Monday kinda sucked.
I was tired and sore and stressed after lots of strange, swirly, unclear dreams. And, though I wasn’t conscious of it then, I think I was having a let-down spell after a Sunday spent hanging out in virtual spaces filled with energy that empowers me.
Long story short, CNN wasn’t feeling all that uplifting in comparison.
Also, there were LOTS of things on the tech-elf list that seemed urgent at the time.
I began with my usual plan. Lots of hot water with fresh lemon, and background noise courtesy of Grey’s Anatomy and ER re-runs.
I think they feel calming in the Inner Critic fashion because – having done the whole nurse thing ages ago – they’re familiar. Let’s just say they weren’t working on Monday.
My mind wandered back through the years to my lightbulb moment when I realized I wasn’t going to be a nurse until I retired and I needed another plan.
(A zillion blessings to you if you’ve done a better job with this than I did!!!)
The first two ideas I had about next, back in those days, were accountant or lawyer.
(Feel free to laugh all you need to!)
Those were pretty big ideas back in the early 1980’s. It took me about 15 minutes to realize they were good ideas… for somebody else!
My inner perpetual student took over about then and I spent A LOT of time learning new things, which is, I suspect, a big part of the real me. Many of those things, especially lately, have been things we didn’t learn in the places we were raised!
Meanwhile, Monday continued swirling around me. Lots got done. Not much of it actually calming.
About that time, Whoopi Goldberg intervened! Yep… Sister Act 1 & 2!!!
The tech-elves and I continued on our rocky path while I hummed along with the nuns, knowing there was a reason I was there.
(I do, indeed, know all the words but actually singing one thing and typing another is – well – challenging!)
Then it happened…
Whoopi, as a pretty convincing Sister Mary Clarence, having a bit of what used to be known as a come-to-Jesus meeting with a struggling teen…
And a riff on a quote from Rainer Maria Rilke:
If you wake up in the mornin’ and you can’t think of anything but singin’ first… then you’re supposed to be a singer. Girl.
And, yes, a pause for those of you who’ve known me for ages to laugh some more.
You see, while I suspect it’s entirely possible that all of us are supposed to sing, that’s a whole different thing than being a singer!
I can tell you, though, that I am supposed to be a Fiercely Compassionate Grandmother. Here. Now.
The how part is still finding form.
It has a lot to do with my newly hatched label… Personal Alchemist®.
If you’re curious, that has a lot to do with using all the tools I’ve learned to help people just like you get unstuck from whatever’s holding you back from being what you’re supposed to be, because the world my girls are growing up in needs as many of us as possible being freely and joyfully and courageously who we are meant to be.
So often, though, the broken bridge people believe they just can’t get beyond has to do with money.
There are, in fact, lots of ways around that bridge, even though most of us didn’t learn them as kids!
Medicine Basket your way… unsticking stuck money stuff is a really good place to start!
And my sister-in-magic, Natalie Moyes, and I have a new adventure in exactly that, about to start.
Many, many good things start, one step at a time, with intention.
Here’s a hint… If you’re even the slightest bit curious, intend more information, and…
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