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Crossroads


I opted to play hostess to yard sales this summer in order to let go of product I had received from The Company over the years.  They didn't want to pay to ship any of it back then pay other people to restock it, so every Friday and Saturday for a whole month, I set up my garage like a mini store.  I put out signs, opened my garage doors & had the opportunity to meet wonderful people, start new relationships and enjoy tremendous conversations.  When no one else seemed to be on their way that last weekend, I picked up my signs, closed up my doors & sighed.  I put the leftovers in boxes and neatly labeled each one.  When I taped up that last box I cried; it meant closure and it meant time to move forward.  That was also the moment I realized that I'm at a crossroads in life.  Kids grown and living on their own.  A house that's too big for the two of us.  Ready to step into a new role, but, at the same time, unsure of what direction to go.  

 As I packed up the last of the boxes, the word Was came to mind as I stepped back a few days earlier in the week to a phone interview I had.  The two women interviewing me asked if I was currently employed, and why was I looking to change careers?  Never in my life have I thought of myself as a "was" but all of a sudden, out of nowhere, I started feeling all "has been".  

Knowing myself and growing all these years, with experiences that have been both amazing and terrible, I remembered that I am a survivor.  An old boss had actually told me that.  It was a characteristic in me that was recognizable even to someone that I merely worked with and hadn't particularly gotten to know on a personal level.  Thinking back to that, I wiped away my tears and realized that I have the ability to go with the flow and the capability to roll with the punches!  I may not know exactly what my next challenge will be, but I do know that whatever it is, I'll take it on full force! 

 
Sometimes it just takes a few minutes of self absorbed thoughts to raise ourselves up again.  Go on!  Open that drawer!  Pull out that Magic Woman Power Wand & start waving - and don't forget to never stop Believing!!

Until next time!
Ciao!!

S.









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