Yeah, Yeah, it’s that gratitude time again where a whole wall full of posts on Facebook talk about how we should be thankful for everything and everyone, yada yada yada.
And I am.
Thankful, that is.
This year has been all about the hard lessons. My growing pains, as it were. All the lessons I received this year I earned – both good and not-as-good.
Here’s what I’ve learned, eleven months into this year:
1) What draws people together is sometimes the same thing that moves them apart. And those ‘apart’ parts hurt.
2) If I don’t see my business as a real, true business, no one else will either. It starts with me. No more farting around and playing at having a business. This was the year shit got real.
3) This is not a new lesson but it’s one that keeps bonking me in the head: telling the truth about what I want is often supremely uncomfortable especially if I think what I have to say is hurtful to someone else. I’d rather suck it down than say it but then I run around with awful words in my head. At some point, I’ll give up the pretense of politeness and just roam around saying what I want. That day has not yet arrived.
4) Asking for help is imperative. My coach tells me I think I have to do it all myself (she’s right because I despise needy whiny people (physician, heal thyself!)) so I’m learning to ask for more help. Not just with PI but things in general.
5) I need to get back in my body and get moving. Period. This is ridiculous. I struggled my ass through crossfit for six months. I can do anything! (Well, except Crossfit and that’s why I left.)
Thanks for sticking around and leaving comments and cheering me on this year. If you peruse the archives from about ten years ago, I used to be a lot funnier. Seems I’ve lost some snark as I’ve aged or maybe my muse has deserted me (again!) and I’m waiting around for him to show up at some point. Who knows?
Peace and loves to you all.
Oooh, #4. Historically that’s been a hard one for me. The late Elizabeth Edwards’ book, Saving Graces, was a real revelation for me. She wrote with such scorching honesty about what she went through when her son died that sometimes I literally had to put it down. But her overall message got through. It’s the subtitle of her book — Finding Solace and Strength from Friends and Strangers. I guess that makes her one of my angels, huh? ;)
Happy Thanksgiving :) I am certainly thankful that I met you! It sounds fun to peruse the archives and if I get this turkey up and in the oven I may do so later today since 1) my husband is not here :( I have been hit hard over the head by many of the lessons above (and some other really yucky ones that I am just beginning to face) this year, lemme tell ya. It has been none too pretty.
You know I DO just roam around saying what I want (often, not always) and I am not so sure this is a path you want to go down because people do look at you like you have three heads and it does you get you into a lot of trouble at say, work BUT there is this wonderful feeling of,”Well, told them, up to them now,” which might fall sometimes too far in the “get off my lawn” category but is also very healing to self and relationships.