So...All the family drama and trauma has settled down...thankfully. All the kids are grown and are successful, productive people. The puppy is settling in as a 4-year-old dog. The kittens are being trained. (Yes, kittens can be trained.)
I have been padding around an empty house, with no career (a move across country and a tanked economy...no one can afford "success coaching")...thinking that the best is in the past. I was quite busy being incredibly sad.
I recently was encouraged to find my birth mother. So, for the first time in my life, I made a concerted effort. The findings came with mixed blessings: some good/some horrifying. If you read this blog, you get it.
As I am recovering from the fog of disbelief, I have to be honest with myself. I am treading life...not living up to my full potential and making excuses for that fact. I was needed...am needed...usually in crisis only. Seemingly forgotten otherwise.
This morning, I asked the Universe...yet again...to hit me like a Mack Truck for inspiration for what I needed to be doing. I asked for a purpose that will be easily sustainable and will provide me the intellectual and creative stimulation I need to grow. I am currently in mental atrophy.
The Mack Truck came rolling in this morning as I listed my attributes:
1. I am an internationally recognized communicator.
2. I am an award-winning writer.
3. I am the best facilitator I've ever known or known about.
4. People believe in me...for good reason.
5. I am effective and trustworthy.
6. I love research.
7. I love being at home and having a flexible schedule (or out to lunch with my computer).
8. I am a master critical thinker.
I have figured out what will sustain, intrigue and inspire me, and I am going to pursue becoming an INTERNET INVESTIGATOR. Started with realization that my mother was murdered.