Discovering My Mission
If you follow me on FaceBook, you’ve seen the saga I went through a few weeks ago – it took me about 24 hours longer to get from Winnipeg to San Antonio, TX, than intended. Blizzards, maintenance issues and everything the Universe could throw at me conspired to keep me from getting there on Thursday afternoon, as planned.
As I sat in a hotel room in Minneapolis on Thursday night (thank you, Delta), contemplating the fact that I was probably going to miss most of the first day of the conference I was going to, it occurred to me that there may have been method in the madness. Perhaps I was being given this time in limbo to reflect on my mission in life, which seemed to have got a little lost in the hurly burly of life with three teenagers.
At home, I spend a lot of time driving, shopping, cooking, making calls, and generally being involved with people. Once I got to San Antonio, there were sessions, dinners, my dear friends whom I had not seen in a while, margaritas, and much else to do and think about.
In the twilight zone of travel, there was nothing to distract me from contemplation and journalling. Nobody wanted my time, nobody was talking to me. It was kind of nice, actually.
I stopped thinking about what I wanted to achieve for myself, and started thinking about what I want to achieve for other people.
One of the defining characteristics of my life has been this autoimmune disease I’ve been living with since I was 25 years old. It has gone through intense and less intense phases, flaring up when I am stressed and out of alignment, calming down when I am doing what I am supposed to do.
It has never been as well-behaved as it has in the past two years, since I’ve been working on developing myself into the person I was meant to be, leaving behind much of the fear and neediness that led me into false starts and despair. I have had people tell me that I am a completely different person now, and I believe it. What was missing, however, was the mission. Setting myself goals of money and rank was not getting me into action, so what did I need to do?
Sitting in airports and airplanes for so many hours, I achieved clarity. I’ve only been in this state of flow once or twice in my life, but I know it when I feel it.
Helping others achieve the same ability to live their best possible lives, despite the autoimmune disease they have developed, is what I am supposed to do.
I truly believe that this is why I have become part of this amazing company, have become certified as a life coach, and have learned so much about wellness and nutrition.
Now you may be looking at this and saying, “Duh, I could have told you this years ago!”, but sometimes we just can’t see what is right in front of our faces.
One important disclaimer: I am not a medical professional, and the system that I use is not intended to treat, diagnose or prevent any disease, autoimmune or otherwise. However, if we feed our bodies excellent nutrition, sleep well and relieve our stress, it’s amazing what they can do to heal themselves. Supporting people on this journey is what I am meant to do.
So, if you or someone you know would like to travel this road with me, use the contact form to the right of this blog post, and let’s talk.