I don’t always recognize what a gift it is. Ten years ago, I asked, “What am I doing with my life?”
I was hungry to learn. I read self-improvement books from the library, one after the other. I don’t remember which author offered this idea, but it stuck with me:
A plant doesn’t grow by positive thoughts. It has to receive light and water while planted in good soil.
This thought made me realize that it wasn’t enough to change my attitude. I needed to change my environment. I applied—multiple times—and found a job at the University of Missouri. It has been my place to thrive professionally for the past ten years.
These are the five things that helped me over my mid-life crisis.
Lead yourself and learn
Become the leader of your own life; have a vision. Where do you want to be? It’s up to you to guide your life where you want it to go.
I wrote down a description of what I wanted to be—a PR specialist—and that is close to what I do today.
I furthered my education and got my master’s degree. My degree helped me professionally and personally. I made friends in grad school I treasure to this day.
Decide on your destination, and lead yourself there.
Keep your eye on where you want to be, not on what is stopping you
I explored my vision and kept my eye on it.
My years of riding lessons make for great life lessons. When you’re riding horses over jumps, you can’t look at the jump. You look where you want to go. If you look down at the jump, you won’t get over it. I can hear the yell of my riding instructor, “Why are you looking at the ground? Is that where you want to be? Eyes up! Look where you are going!”
Keep your eye on your destination. If you keep your eye on the obstacle, you will feel overcome by its size.
There is no obstacle you can’t find a way around. Keep your eyes up!
Change involves discomfort. It hurts to grow and let go of old attachments or familiar ways of living. There is no escape from our feelings if we want to come out the other side.
I believe God reaches us most easily when we are at our lowest and most broken. That’s when we realize how much we need God and others. As social creatures, we can never be independent. We have to live in love and in community. The past ten years tested me. I lost a high school friend and my brother to suicide, and my mother to lung cancer.
I let grief change me; I gave myself over to mourning. The feelings were a wall of cold water crashing on me. My skin felt numb and raw at the same time. My eyes hurt from too much crying; my lids were made of sandpaper. I could go from angry to melancholy to blank to hysterical laughter all in the same five minutes.
As I grieved, I prayed to God with an intensity that I wished would never end. I felt an answer in a new-found closeness to the holy presence. Christ healed my heart.
I believe you are never alone in your suffering. Peace will come. Hard times will change you for the good if you let them. Keep breathing.
Go for it
Go for what you want!
It might not turn out. I’ve had some failures! With failure, you have a story to tell. Failure is easier than regret.
I took a risk to try writing publicly in 2013 on this blog, now I’m a published author. Thank you, my beloved readers, for being a part of this adventure!
Nurture a heart of gratitude
“Give thanks in all circumstances, for this is the will of God in Christ Jesus for you.” – 1 Thessalonians 5:18
I give thanks for turning 45 today!
People complain about aging. I tell you, to be alive at any age is a blessing. When I think of my beloved ones who haven’t reached the age I am today, I know growing older is a blessing. We might gain an ache or two along with our wisdom, but life is precious, joyful and holy.
Have you noticed how older people appreciate the moments? There is such happiness in seeing the beauty of small things: a child’s smile, the way an iridescent blue fly drinks from a horse water trough, snuggling with your spouse in the morning before you have to get up, watching snow fall, playing string with a cat, the sound of waves on the beach.
May God bless me to be an old woman. I’m going to make a great one—puttering around to make hot tea with a small dog underfoot! I might stick my finger in my 80th birthday cake and help myself to the icing before it’s served…