When I was six-years-old, I disavowed divorce…certain that remaining married was a simple matter of decisiveness.
By the time my boys were one and three, I’d become a single parent.
I avoided business classes in college, because I didn’t want to follow in my father’s footsteps. Ten years later, I won an award for women entrepreneurs. I agreed (reluctantly) to preside over a national organization. And I’ve been hell-bent on devaluing the profession ever since.*
I’d prefer to spend my days playing quietly in the garden. Or flopped on the couch, lazily reading my life away. You know: reclusively avoiding people. Instead, I run one of the busiest community clinics in the country, and I can’t leave my house without bumping into someone I know.
God has a wicked sense of humor.
I moved my two boys and four cats (tho now it’s a beagle, a cat and two kittens) hundreds of miles from my Midwestern family, because I’d fallen in love with someone out East. When he later left me, I stayed because I’d fallen in love with Frederick, MD.
I’ve learned to live by a verse in the Upanishads: “This is perfect, that is perfect. From the perfect springs the perfect. Take the perfect from the perfect, and only the perfect remains.”
I love hearing people’s stories. I’ll tell you some of mine. Maybe you’ll share yours, too.
* To learn more about community acupuncture, check-out this documentary that I co-produced with award-winning filmmaker, Brian Lindstrom. Or here’s a short video that one of my patients made (featuring yours truly).