I'm not really sure how to embrace this all, how to say thank you for my life, thank you for caring, thank you for not giving up on me. And who do I thank? The universe? Maybe my thank you is right here in this blog giving back to this world that has given me so much.
We've all got those dreaded "things" we need to work on inside our heads. They're those things that seem to hold us back from charging our worth, feeling like we're enough and unapologetically announcing to the world who we are. It keeps us from attracting clients.
So rather than hiding under a rock, I have learned that processing each lesson the universe sends me is essential for my well-being. I have learned that if I don't want to have to learn that lesson again, I need to do three things: Eat it, digest it and eliminate it.
Scared of death? Sure I am, I'm no hero and I'll probably fight against the dying of the light like anyone else. But ultimately, if I have an ultimately, I'm just damn glad I got to be here. And damn grateful to everyone (and I mean that in absolutely the widest sense) who made it possible.
Sometimes the universe speaks to me. The problem is, I don't always know what it's saying. But on one recent Sunday, it roared in my ear and I got the message loud and clear. Shirley MacLaine would be proud.
All we can realistically do is achieve whatever knowledge is open to us to understand. This might well fall short of the expectations of my more optimistic fellow scientists. I think a little humility is in order.