This woman and her email reminded me not only of what matters, but of my failure — yes, failure — to consistently honor and acknowledge what matters in my own life.
Her story reminded me that I am not grateful enough.
That I do not always have true perspective.
That I am not great at picking my battles.
That my focus is more on what doesn’t work than on what works. That my accomplishments are so many, my talents so great.
That the people I love should hear how much I love them more than they do now.
That my focus on the details of others’ lives sometimes takes away from my own focus. That boundaries in this (and other) areas must come from within. That in an attempt to stay small I allow others to overshadow my power.
That, as my friend Suzy likes to say, I need to find a bigger problem.
That my go-to emotions of anger or pissed-off-ed-ness serve no one, least of all myself.
That awareness is my friend, but without a change or shift, it isn’t the whole story.
That I don’t always love my own mess, though I am so very good at telling others how to love theirs.
That I know exactly why I do what I do, even if the accolades and thank yous are not plastered on billboards or blaring from speakers at every corner.
That I am awesome and amazing. That everything is perfect and balanced and just right. Here and now.
Oh and by the way, this all goes for YOU, too.
P.S. Thank you for the email, R.