After much anxiety, I survived my weekend with my mother. Like anything else, the thoughts in my head can create a chaotic scene overrun with unrealistic situations. So, while there were some obstacles, I was able to use many tools to overcome the panic that enveloped me.
Here are some things that I learned. One, sometimes I am my own worst nightmare. It really is how I react to a situation that allows me to heal. The other stuff is totally out of my control, which is a hard lesson for someone that use to “white knuckle” her way through life.
Second, when the emotional stress turns to physical ailments, that is a big, red flag. This means that I am absorbing stuff that isn’t mine. I need to resuscitate my ability to self care. It isn’t realistic to expect others to meet my needs.
Third, I am fortunate enough to have an incredible team of supportive people. People need people. Although, I joke about not being a “people person” or that I “don’t like people”, my growth and evolution as a person depends on others.
I am a constant work in progress. As long as there is breath in me, there will ALWAYS be an opportunity for growth.