What’s happened to me?
That’s a good question. It’s been almost two months since I’ve written a blog post and I am a ghost of my former self on Facebook, Twitter and Linkedin. And have you seen my hair?
Looking back, I suppose it started about a year ago when I was in Florida for a month for the transformation workshop. Something happened to me there and I haven’t been the same since. In fact, to be honest—and I’d really prefer not to be—coming back to Arkansas kind of pulled the rug out from under me and I wound up in an emotional state that some might call depression. Okay everyone would call it depression, but at least I recognized what was really going on.
You see, the moment I laid eyes on that ocean, my soul shook. It was only the second time in my life when I’d felt such a thing. The first was when I was about 19 and newly married. My husband had taken me on a trip to Colorado and I’d fallen in love. I went back on a quick weekend trip with friends from work, and as we left and I looked back at those mountains, I cried. Yes, just like in the old John Denver song of the times, it really seemed as though I’d come home to a place I’d never been before—and I stayed there for 20 years. Then life happened and I wound up in Arkansas. I love it here in Hot Springs, but it’s never felt like home in my soul. I want that connection again, and this time I found it seaside.
In retrospect, creating a pretend beach in a roasting pan that I could warm up and stand in (yes, really) probably wasn’t the best idea, because it only made the longing worse. Then again, it pushed me where I needed to go. It’s a much bigger story, of course, actually many stories, including one about legally changing my name and how all that unfolded with serendipity and closure on names and adoption and such.
And then there’s the hair. I’d tried this de-coloring adventure about 10 years ago, which was just before I moved to Arkansas, and I had a total meltdown. My self-image was shattered, and the few shreds of self-esteem I had left after my divorce went down the drain with the color. So, I fixed that problem in a hot hurry—the hair color problem anyway.
Today, I’m shocked at how much I like the change—it feels good, it’s me. When I look in the mirror, I see myself in ways I never have before, almost as if layers of fog have been removed. And maybe that is exactly what’s happened. Clearing away the old junk has “lightened” me in more ways than just my hair.
And that new look is going to work out just great for me on the beach whenever I get there. Hindsight is always interesting, and there are so many reasons it has been a blessing for me to still be where I am. However, more change is coming—I feel it. So, I just keep doing my part and trust that things are unfolding in divine perfect timing and I will be where I need to be when I need to be there—my personal mantra.
Another thing that has changed dramagically… Wow! Did you see what I just wrote? I meant to type dramatically, but it came out dra-MAGICAL-ly. Wow! That really is the perfect word to describe how my life has transformed. These days I spend way less time in front of the computer forcing myself to do things that don’t bring me joy and more time doing the things I love that bring fulfillment. Hmmm, almost sounds like something I’ve seen in a book somewhere…
So, I guess that really does sum up what’s happened to me. There have been many “dramagical” changes happening and every day brings new meaning for Living the Life You Love.
Can’t wait to see and feel what happens next!
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