I’ll admit it. I’m not a very patient person at times. In my defense, I come by it honestly. It’s in my Scottish no-nonsense genes.
So a few weeks ago, when I struggled to get clear on my next steps in business (and in life) I was feeling pretty aggravated.
I kept thinking…
Come on clarity, hurry up! Show me what’s next.
But clarity was not listening.
And that really annoyed me.
Because I’m usually fairly intuitive. And as long as I’m paying attention, my inner GPS usually guides me quickly to my next right step.
So having to wait for my intuition to speak up was kind of new for me. Feeling like I was suddenly out of touch with it altogether was a whole new ball game.
I felt stuck.
Ever struggled with the winter blues?
And felt like the long, dark days were closing in on you?
If so, you’re not alone.
I live in Vancouver, and while we don’t get a lot of snow in the winter, we do get our fair share of cold, grey, rainy days.
Every January or February I get hit by the winter doldrums. And my mood begins to feel as grey as our weather.
I want to climb under a big, warm comforter. And stay there.
I once heard grief is like a thumbprint. That no two are alike.
Now, more than ever, I really get that.
Grief is different for everyone.
After losing my mother a few months ago, I began my own roller coaster ride of grief.
Sometimes I felt terribly sad. That she, my one and only mother, had permanently left this world.
I didn’t care that she was almost 92. And had lived a long life. She was still my mother. And she was gone. Forever.
How could that possibly be? It shocked me to my core. And hurt like hell.