The Last Five Years: It’s My Story and I’m Sticking to It!
Five years ago, my dad died. He’d been in the hospital three weeks. I didn’t know he was in the hospital. My mother, brother, and sister didn’t call to tell me he’d been sick and died. I got the news via a phone call from an out-of-state cousin. Two weeks later, I left my career of 20+ years. I bought a coffee shop; I learned to make espresso. I’d never been in business for myself nor had I ever worked in food service.
Four years ago, in a hostile take-over by the landlords, I closed the coffee shop. I began working for a start-up company; they said they had a way to change the world by paying its members while also helping poor people overseas. I was underpaid and overworked; I believed in their vision. I quickly drowned in debt. I filed for bankruptcy. My car was repossessed.
Three years ago, I watched my house foreclose on the courthouse steps. I videoed the proceedings as a way to get some closure. There were no buyers; the bank took it back. I sold and gave away my belongings. I left my home and bought a little old travel trailer. I began a new life of house-lessness, taking my dog and three cats with me. The humanitarian start-up was still taking money from people; I still had faith that they would really, truly make a difference in the world.
Two years ago, ten days apart, two of my cats died – suddenly and unexpectedly. I hooked up my little trailer and headed south towards drier days and sunnier skies. I quit working for the charlatan start-up. I filed for an early retirement from a place I had worked many years previous. I started receiving a small fixed income. I started to heal my soul.
One year ago, I sat in my son’s Hollywood apartment, dog-sitting while he was out of town, listening to the rain pour down outside; I contemplated the previous four years. A doctor diagnosed my body with a number of ailments – some fairly serious, none immediately death-inducing. I vowed to heal my body.
I’ve lost a few pounds; I could lose thirty more. I’ve stabilized my blood pressure; I could stop taking the medication. I’ve reduced the frequency and intensity of the intestinal attacks; I’m intent on reducing them to nothing. I’ve changed what I eat; I’m vegan. I’ve let my hair grow. I’ve learned to meditate, breathe, tap. I’m aware that I create my day; I attract people to me; I draw energy in; I radiate energy out; I practice being present. I love my days and my nights. Life is abundant. So am I.
This story is complete. The new story takes place… now!
7 thoughts on “Five Four Three Two One – A Story”
Thanks for your honest sharing. So glad you love your life!
I believe it would do us all good to “look back” and see how far we have moved forward! You are SPECIAL!!
I know for you that your life will continue to bring you joy and abundance! You DO radiate Energy.
Thank you, Lorna! Looking back and taking an objective eye to events that have happened, choices that we’ve made, can free us from the constant reviewing of the past. That was my intention… there’s a new story in the making, no need to rehash the old one!
this is a hell of a journey, Lois! Nice creation! It’s awesome to see you re-born and living
Thanks, Dace! Life truly is amazing, isn’t it?
yes, it is and I am happy you are a part of my life… 🙂
I hadn’t read this before Lois. I loved it! Things can only get better now that you have taken charge of your life.
Thanks, Barbara! I know it!!!
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