Friday rolls into town and not a
day too soon, huh? We need the weekend;
we live for the weekend. Weekends should
be longer than two days, right?
Let’s perform a reality check; do
you welcome the weekend or do you dread it?
If you dread, I was there not so long ago. Work was my drug of choice; it enabled me to
stay mentally engaged so I would not lose the remaining tidbits of sanity that
threatened to abandon me when I was alone with my thoughts. Why? You ask.
I wasn’t particularly fond of myself; struggling with who I was and what
I was. When I was at work I had the
power to make things happen, control the outcome and interface with many people
who respected my business acumen and I theirs.
Devoid of professional distraction
I did not do justice to my situation.
Before you postulate let me clarify that I did not know my
situation. I knew something was askew
never surmising it was my gender identification. So you see I’m not much
different from you. I suffered the
slings and arrows personally afflicted.
Being up close and personal with myself wasn’t pleasant. In fact I dreaded myself for losing control
when there was only me to manage.
Sounds strange that I could manage
many millions of dollars, hundreds of employees and thousands of customers only
to run aground on the shores of uncertainty.
Take heart I found myself, never a thought of checking out of his life –
not one nanosecond!
Now that I’m home; yes at home in
myself enjoying myself and basking in the glow of calm and peace. It’s out there. You may flail like I did until the horizon
comes into focus and it reflects back the unexpected. Smiles and positivity were buried in my soul
probably sheltered from the onslaught of negativity until it was exhausted and
slowly receded.
Here I sit e-penning my one hundred sixty-sixth blog over the past seven plus months. The blog is the result of ultimate discovery
and the outpouring of joy. You can never
have too much joy but with all of that energy comes responsibility to share
with the less imbued. Why? Because the more hearty and altruistic girls
who touched my life did more than touch me; they healed me with their
unconditional love and support. I feel
the need, let’s not call it an obligation that would belittle the effort, to
offer the same to those in are open to healing.
Heal yourself with the help of
others. It is possible. I’m the poster child and I’m sure there are
others in our group who will attest to this statement.
Have a wonderful weekend and be
open to the support of others; we’re out there and willing to share.
Love and hugs, Nikki DiCaro
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