Open Hearts

I have had a bout of existential angst.

When I married Prince Charming, I was also gifted his two sons, one daughter-in-law, and one granddaughter; I consider my daughter-in-law to be my bonus daughter. Bonus Daughter, age 28, a tiny tiny gal, and an absolute joy, just had open heart surgery. It was gut-wrenching and heartbreaking (no pun intended) to have her in such overwhelming pain.

The surgery itself, no small feat, went well. The recovery week was a roller coaster. As I type, she is supposed to be getting her release papers from the hospital (but your silent wishes of love and healing to her are most welcome).  I hesitate using her story in my story. She is a private person.

Her pain is nothing I will ever know. My pain was a different kind of thing, one that many of us experience. Feeling helpless when someone we love suffers is hard. As much I channel positivity, I have been flooded with the gamut of emotions.

I am an emotional gal to begin with; throw in some hormones, lack of sleep, and big life events, and I was a weepy, wondering “what really matters anyway” mush ball.

What really matters? What really matters.

For me, love. I have a boatload of stuff on my plate for the new year, starting right off in January, and I have been contemplating the Big Questions of Life. If my business no longer existed, what I put so much time, energy, money and emotion into, what then? As long as I still have love, I’m okay. If our home no longer existed, what we put so much time, energy, money and emotion into, what then? As long as I still have love, I’m okay.

I can get all wrapped up in my To Do list and my next Action Step and following the advice of business mentors and constantly learning and goal tracking and ……… you know what I mean. There is nothing wrong with any of that. It’s all quite wonderful. As long as I don’t lose the core of me. And for me, that is love and joy.

As I pondered What Really Matters, I confirmed within myself yet again that I love writing. I love reading. I love expressing. I love helping YOU write and express.

We all dillydally and hesitate and hold ourselves our back. Why? Why are we so chicken?

What really matters to you?

If sharing your message/mission/memoir matters to you, why are you waiting? I see (yet again) what I do matters, and now I feel it matters even more. I have a renewed mission to help people write. For their joy, for their business growth, for whatever reason.

If you have a desire in you, follow it. You don’t have to wait until faced with the deep question of What Really Matters. What have you been putting off? Why?

This upcoming year, I teach courses on how to birth your book, how to write for the pure joy of it, and I help my private clients in all kinds of ways. And it brings me joy.

Existential angst can lead to some pretty good awareness. What really matters. Love and joy. Books matter. The information and inspiration on those pages matter. What you have to say matters. Open your heart and let it out.