DESCRIBE A TIME IN YOUR LIFE WHEN THE PHRASE “WHEN IT RAINS, IT POURS” APPLIED?
When has it not?
That is really the theme of my life. I used to claim that I could sit in my living room, minding my own business and shit would happen. And by happen, I mean HAPPEN. Out of the blue, unprovoked. Now it’s just normal.
Case in point:
In October 2019 the only relationship I’ve ever wanted in my life became a reality. I learned to love and be loved in a way I never thought would be available to me. It lasted 299 days. I lost a partner; my children lost another father (that’s exactly what he became to them with no effort, just presence and love). I’ll survive but I don’t know if I’ll ever recover.
Against my better judgment, in that short time, we opened a media and sports entertainment business that took on a life of its own. Plenty of travel and fun balanced with heartbreaking dishonesty and unending paperwork that I really didn’t understand. HR and accounting do not play to my strengths.
Soon after Bill’s death, I decided to sell our house and move from the town I called home for 24+ years to a gorgeous beach town 3-hours north on Lake Huron. This was definitely a choice I could have not made but felt compelled to start fresh. Moving is brutal but my kids were fantastic and helped in every possible way – even Chloé from overseas would FaceTime her support.
My health was not a priority as I dealt with caring for Bill. He helped me as much as I helped him, he was always so kind, gentle and understanding. Turns out that even though I regularly went for my tests and biopsies, a hysterectomy can’t be avoided. Hopefully, I can schedule that procedure at the same time as my gall bladder removal. No medical degree here so I have no idea!
My youngest took himself into his local emergency room because he was in pain. They ruled out the virus with a final diagnosis of non-Hodgkin Lymphoma and he is currently in chemotherapy at the Princess Margaret Hospital in Toronto. I have moved into the city to be with him while he receives his treatment. Hopefully, when the weather improves and the renovations progress, we’ll be able to have him recuperate on the front porch of the new house.
Oh, and there’s been a raging pandemic.
So, that’s been my year. “When it rains, it pours” as a phrase, applies.
I enjoy answering tough questions if for no other reason than to challenge myself to dig deep and tap into what I know to be true to my core, for me, no bullshit; and, I want to encourage others to show up and answer their own tough questions. In the midst of packing and moving in mid-October 2020, I got an email from BestSelf™ about an ICEBREAKER “Deeper Talk” deck. A deck? Hello? I’m IN! This deck contains 150 questions split across 6 different categories: Beliefs, Courage, Dreams, Exposed, Life Lessons and Self-Awareness. How tough can it be? We’re about to find out. 150 weeks of answers. (I’m so much better with giving the answers than asking the questions.) I do hope you share your answers with me! #letshaveaconversation #deepertalkdeck
“THE ART OF CONVERSATION IS THE ART OF HEARING AS WELL AS OF BEING HEARD.” – William Hazlitt