January 11, 2010: 

Monday mornings used to have their own kind of terror.  A going away from what is home.  I loved my job but many Monday’s had me in its grip and I would sit at my desk waiting for time and the day to pass and with it the fear as well.  I sometimes thought of Mondays as a collective energetic separation anxiety because it was beyond my ability to comprehend.

So now Mondays can have the flavor of an eccentric, marginalized “older” woman thrust into a strange sort of holding position.  At least I don’t have a cat.  Nothing is as I thought it would be.  I’m not in a home with a husband waiting on imminent grand children.  I’m not still at a job I love with time to plan my next move and the celebration of leaving a legacy.

I woke up this Monday feeling the fear and loss of what I just described.  And then I remembered having the nerve last week to write  about embracing my uniqueness and I thought it was an excellent time to do just that.  Put you money where your mouth is, Girlie Girl.

So I return to what I absolutely know about me and about my Source within and I gradually begin to feel my boat turning and going downstream.

I know that my power lies in accepting my uniqueness and recognizing the gifts that lie in what makes me different from everyone else.     I can imagine seeing these gifts as jewels and as I pick each one up I can examine their interesting facets and their brilliance.

The confirmation of the truth of this comes from how I feel when I write these words.  I feel good.  That means that the Source within me agrees as well and that’s all the confirmation I need.

Now my day has turned downstream and I did that and it was rather easy to do once I remembered to do it.  I can do this over and over as many times as I need to to feel better.  This is a powerful tool and knowing I’m getting better at it feels good as well.

Happy Monday, Friends.  With love, Connie