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!