Not long ago my teenage son had a difficult decision to make, about which path to take moving forward.
He was frustrated. And feeling stuck. Unable to choose between option A or B, for fear of letting someone else down.
As I tried to uncover more details in order to help guide him, he slumped onto the sofa and grumbled: “I feel like no matter which decision I make it won’t be the right one.”
I totally got it. It didn’t seem like either choice was a very good one. While both had their pros and cons, there really wasn’t a win-win choice.
At least not from his point of view.
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Over the past few months I’ve been wrestling with the question of “who am I?”
I suppose this shouldn’t surprise me. I’ve struggled with this question many times before. And even wrote a blog about it awhile back called: Am I this? Or am I that?
So just when I thought I’d made peace with it…I realized I hadn’t.
I was back in my old black and white thinking. Trying to define myself as either one thing or another.
Are you a bookkeeper or a coach? Come on, which is it, Kerry?!
The reality is I’m both.
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Years ago, a thoughtful manager of mine wrote “be gentle on your soul” inside a beautiful journal she’d given me as a going away gift.
I was leaving my job to move across the world, in hopes of starting a new life in Scotland.
I was young and full of hope.
Both excited and nervous about taking such a huge leap of faith, into the unknown.
I’ve never forgotten how good it felt to open the cover of that journal, and read her words for the very first time.
Be gentle on your soul.
I loved the way those words sounded.
They resonated deep within me.
And gave me the permission, I unknowingly craved, to treat myself more kindly. As I took risks, and moved forward into the uncharted territory of my life.
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Today I took a magical walk with a sea otter.
I was out on the seawall in the a light spring rain thinking about my mother. Contemplating what was going to happen to her.
I’d just visited her a few days prior and knew in my heart she was not long for this world.
My son and I had gone to see her in the care facility she was living. We were shocked by the rapid decline she’d made since our last visit.
Her face looked gaunt and hollow. Her body frail and weak. Her skin ever so pale and delicate. Deep down some part of me knew that she was finally giving up the fight.
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