
As I pondered what the lesson is this time around, I believe I’m learning (again) patience and letting go of control. The last six months have been spent moving my parents to assisted living, health issues with them, getting their house emptied and ready for sale; as well as keeping up with my children, grandchildren, and my business. I was quite sure I was handling it all . . . until I got sick. I realized I was paying attention to everyone else but not so much to me. My head now knows what I’m learning. But until my heart believed I would be ok, I wasn’t getting any better. As I let go of resistance, I’m slowly starting to heal. I’m now at peace knowing my body will know when it’s time to be well.