At some point or another, life is going to seem unfair and unkind. You’ll experience marvelous highs and epic lows, but sometimes the most devastating moments are those that force us into a state of grief. Moments of profound loss have the ability to shake us to our core and leave us lost and confused about life.
Self-love is a lesson that you keep learning over and over again.
When I was in the second grade, I liked a little curly headed boy named Milton. I was so smitten that I drew hearts, with arrows through them, on construction paper that said “I love Milton”. Young and naïve, I convinced myself that he was my boyfriend. One afternoon, I talked to him on the phone (for the first and last time). During this brief conversation – that I am sure my mother wasn’t aware of – Milton informed me that I was merely one of several girlfriends. In fact, he told me that I was #3 and proceeded to name the holders of the coveted 1st and 2nd place. I remember asking him why I couldn’t be #1.
You’ve always had a plan. You knew that it would all work out, just the way you envisioned… until it didn’t.
You may not have been obsessive about the details, but you at least had an idea of what career you wanted, the type of house you envisioned living in and an approximate date for when you thought you’d be married or have children… and even where you wanted to be at this point in your life. You had a general outline… right? A map of sorts, that you planned to navigate right to your end destination. That is until everything fell apart and you had no idea how you deviated so far off course.
That was 2008, in a nutshell for me. I started the year on cloud 9. My real estate business was booming. I was earning great money. I had a gorgeous home and I had just launched my 1st publication. The stars and the heavens seemed to be aligning perfectly.
I had goals.
I felt like my journey was leading me straight towards my dream life.
And then, everything fell apart.