No One is Coming To Save You
A woman I know is running a business in Biloxi, and she is a working mother. I asked her how she is doing, and she said, “One thing for sure no one is coming to save me.”
Today, we did a meditation and the first question was when was the last time you asked for help? My answer, yesterday when I asked Terry and Bill to come help me set up the Hall. Owning a music hall has turned me into a Project Bitch – I have so much that needs to be done, some of it too heavy for me to lift alone, some of it too much for me to do in the time allotted. Some of it just overwhelming in the detail of every little thing that needs doing around here.
That’s just my work life. My personal life: keep two dogs fed and walked, keep a cat alive, clean the house, go to the grocery and try not to throw away too many perishables, clean clothes, stay healthy, and for me travel once a month to Arizona, grocery shop, rent a car, rent a house, cook, clean, get back on a plane, rest and resume.
There have been moments when I would love someone to turn to me and say, “I got this.”
Single mother, single homeowner, single business owner, singularly over here just trying to live a thousand lives all at once. And the reality is no one is coming to save me.
I’m teaching myself to not feel any urgency to take care of everything. I’m learning how to let things go. I’m trusting the process will affirm my intentions. I am realizing the fear comes but I’m willing to do it anyway. I’m dreaming bigger. I’m opening space for magic.
At the end of the meditation. the teacher asked: what happens when a kind and creative person is resourced.
