YOU Matter
One of the greatest blessings I received when I left my corporate career in 2005, was KNOWING that I had made in difference in the lives of many people.
I don’t say that to stroke my ego. Time and time again, I would hear it, but my last day in the office, I KNEW it.
I realized then that many people live their lives not ever really knowing deep down whether or not their lives had meaning or actually MATTERED.
Trust me…your life has meaning.
YOU matter. YOU have made a difference. Probably in ways you don’t even realize.
This weekend, I spent hours feeling sorry for myself. I was visiting my hubby who works out of town and only comes home on the weekend. This weekend, however, he was on mandatory overtime, working 15 1/2 hours on Saturday and another 12 today. I was sad because this was not the “dream” I had for my life at 44. I was sad because I have few friends, sad because so many people I have loved did not feel the same, sad because I believe I have so little to show for the time I have spent on this planet.
Pathetic, I know. But honest.
And then I opened my email to a blog comment that left me stunned. SOMEONE had actually missed my writing. Huh?? My little private blog, the blog I put up for my own healing, was being read and appreciated and now missed.
I was stunned.
I have heard from many people that something about the way I write feels good to them. I’m flattered, but frankly, I don’t really believe them. (How rude of me to call them a liar, huh?) I write to keep from losing my mind. I write because when I don’t, I feel like I may actually explode.
It floors me that it could provide value to someone else. (And thank you Cynthia, for your loving gesture.)
I had forgotten this one gem: When you SHOW up, miracles happen for yourself and others.
So, I am back. And I will keep writing.
Because, writing soothes my soul and helps me reconnect to the part of me that only speaks truth.
That part that knows we are all connected.
That part of me that knows that in my healing, I contribute to the healing of others.
I will keep writing because YOU matter and I am grateful that you have touched my life.
Thank you.
With much love & gratitude,
Lisa




Can it be that Cynthia is not the only one who misses your writing?
Yes! Even your OLD (and I mean OLD) college roommate misses catching up with you vicariously through your blogs.
I was worried about you and thought about you numerous times over the last couple of months. I would check your blog for fresh entries looking for an update or summary of your journey to find yourself.
Alas, I am happy that you've returned to the instrument that makes your voice within sing to us (the readers)!
Writing is your tool for touching others. I no longer feel alone when you allow others to take a glimpse at themselves through the revelation and honesty of your words.
You have rekindled a kinship with me, through your words, whether you like it or not.