What a crazy few weeks. So much so I felt as if I was falling behind. Behind what I don’t know, but it was as if I was catching up every moment. It was indescribable, but managed. Much as I mange all things – emotions measured, very discretionary.
Well mostly discretionary. My son graduated High School the same week I started a new gig at the same time I’m needing to borrow a ride to the new gig. Yeah I know – candid camera “Cheese” *rolls eyes 🙂
I didn’t truly relate all of the happenings to ‘myself’ until today when something totally not related to anything caused me to be…emotional. Well not so much emotional, but not measured. If you’ve ever done anything that required you to be even toned and exacting in order to get your message received (not heard, but received), then you know how odd this was. The situation had nothing to do with the fact I still need a car, I missed an opportunity to drop off my cards as requested (I’m also a financial educator), or that my house was a cluttered mess. Clutter causes my mind to feel cloudy darting from thing to thing in an attempt to resolve. Of course we know resolution requires focus – one thing at a time. Even if those one things are simultaneous , they are still put into motion one at a time.
So I sat down to write. Almost instantly I began to feel more managed, more controlled, less frazzled… While the emotion is still underlying it’s re-purposed into these brief paragraphs setting me free. The truth is while not having a car living in the burbs to truly connect with people to discuss what I’m been doing since the 90’s only differently now, I did have a productive impromptu meeting with a loan manager about having my flyer and or card available for members at the bank. I did receive insightful information about the ‘competition’. Although the meeting wasn’t planned I felt more confident in my conversation, in the connection, as well as the purpose of why I’m committed to making it work. Not to mention I didn’t get a no, but rather “let me do the research and maybe you can be the option”. Not to mention a family member just happens to be part of an organization that could use my knowledge and demeanor to speak to the benefits of being financially healthy. And this too was not planned.
Yes, often life happens in such a way you say to yourself – “Hey self, peep this…!” with all the dramatics and exasperation’s of a diva waiting for her nails to dry, your perspective on those events, situations, and conversations will alter the outcome.
Believe you ARE the change YOU’RE looking for!
In all things I leave you Love