Time Can Heal All Wounds

Being stuck and unable to move forward is no joke, and should not be taken lightly.

For the past two years, I’ve been stuck and unsure how to move forward. The desire to make things happen in my business was still there, but I was unable to move in the direction of my goals, visions and dreams.

To tell you a little bit about myself, I come from a very large, extended family with extremely close relationships. Even though our reach expands across twenty-three states and two countries, technology has allowed us to reach out, and touch each other on a regular basis.

Here is the dilemma I faced. During a period of six years, we lost eleven close family members. We traveled near and far to support each other in our time of need. As one of the go-to-person in my family, I have always there to help bring the family, events and functions together in a timely manner and impeccable fashion. I’ve always been the kind of person who could step up during a crisis, and later find some private time for reflections and self care after everything else has returned to normal.

Well, two years ago, all of that changed. Everything I knew and previously practiced went out the window.

February 7, 2014, I lost my only sister. She was my travel partner, my BFF, my confidant, and my roommate when she was in town visiting from Hawaii . All of a sudden, my crisis management skills disappeared. They vanished. I could not do anything. I felt as though I was stuck in cement. I literally shut down. I didn’t want to talk to anyone other than my children and my siblings. Everyone else who called, or messaged me, got the voicemail or the ” I’ll get to you whenever I can” response.

I was too upset to care. After having gone through so much sadness, hurt and moments of despair, I knew I had to move forward. My ability to navigate through my challenges and emotions was progressing at a snail’s pace. Because of my faith, and prior work in counseling, I knew that I had the inner strength and skills to prevail. I knew without a doubt that things would eventually get better. I just didn’t know when, nor how.

Two years later, and sixty pounds heavier, I feel somewhat renewed. I am on the move again, ready to pick up the mantle, reconnect, and resolve my incompletes.

Wish me well ! I certainly need it to get back on the good foot, and back on the road to a normal state.

Keep the faith,

Ruby