WordPress wished me a Happy 2nd Anniversary as a blogger this week. So many personal milestones have been archived within these posts, and 80 posts later, I am amazed and humbled by the journey and the personal growth that has been an unexpected byproduct. But more than that, my intent is to inspire YOU to reflect, perfect and redirect your own path through life. If you haven’t started your own blog yet, what is holding you back?
Two years ago today, I moved from the BIG city of Atlanta into a rural community amid the Blue Ridge Mountains. My life had imploded in many ways, all at the same time. Unemployed and penniless, a cherished relationship ended at the same time a family feud kicked into high gear. I left a life that was not working in so many ways for one that was full of unknowns.
At that same time, I started blogging and assumed care for my aging father with advanced Parkinson’s Disease. After extensive research, I placed him a nursing home several states away, where various family members could look in on him. Many family members were wonderfully supportive, bringing goodies and cheer when they visited, taking Dad for brief excursions, or just being on the other end of the phone. Other family members made his life more miserable than it already was by lying to, stealing from, and continually harassing an already frail man. As Dad’s health failed, my own strength in standing up for him, speaking out, and preserving his rights gained momentum. Funny how finding the courage to blog led to greater self-expression, which led to greater clarity and greater blessings…
Over the past two years, I bought a house with no job, no money, and no resources other than my good word and reputation for hard work and honesty. I left a horrid work environment with no prospects only to land two wonderful job opportunities’ within ten days. I traded in a broken down car for a shiny new one, in an unexpected turn of events recently. I left a handful of less than healthy relationships for contentment within myself and a wide open heart. Today, I celebrate a happy home, wonderful jobs in the arts and writing fields, dozens of true friends, and a caring community. My faith in humanity, along with my ability to create positive change, has been restored.
Dad’s funeral was two weeks ago today. Back in a Catholic church for the first time in ages, I consciously forgave and made my peace with my religious upbringing. With my faith in a benevolent universe. With the relatives who had acted with less than love. With Dad for his shortcomings. With myself for every mistake made along the way.
During my portion of the eulogy, I spoke from the heart rather than a script, telling stories of favorite childhood memories as well as recent profound conversations. Remembering the man who gave me my love of nature. Of music and dancing. Of family. And of my Self. Thanks, Dad.
Think: Are there people or circumstances in your life that you still begrudge? Isn’t it time to let go of the past? How much longer do you choose to struggle?
Say: Write a letter to those who have harmed you. Read it aloud, not necessarily to them, but to someone who can witness your story. Include every detail, every feeling, every memory.
Do: Burn the letter or shred it. Release the pain of the past in order to free up positive energy for your future.
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