Reflections on stretching yourself beyond your
comfort zone. OR how to survive the death of a
loved one.
A well meaning friend mentioned to me how she liked to
find activities that stretched herself out of her comfort
zone. I pondered on that for a moment wondering
what have I done to stretch myself?
When suddenly it dawned on me.....I stretched myself by
living through, surviving and becoming stronger after the
death of my son and my husband.
I might not have climbed up a rock surface or used a Zip Line
but moving through the death of my loved ones stretched
me to the outer most limits of sanity. You find
yourself free falling with every thought, word and deed
trying to survive knowing you are still "here" and they have
gone.
Not unlike rock climbing where you have to find the crevices,
the safe places that will let you pause for a moment to
collect your strength so that you can move forward, upward,
again. Looking down....only debilitates
you.
Finding strength in the most mundane of things, the comforts
of nature and the spiritual world. Using your talents
to help others who have gone through the same loss, giving
them hope to find their passion and gifts to give their lives
meaning.
These are points to ponder.