It's been a while since my last post. If I am honest, I have not been in the right head space to write. It's funny, writing is my outlet but I often resist doing it when things get all too much. I made the decision to keep this channel lower on my list of growing, but exciting projects, but after lunching with a great friend (and fellow blogger) today I was inspired to put pen to paper again and tell you a story.
A few months ago, I was lucky enough to see the divine Danielle La Porte speak at a one-off event in Sydney, organised by the awesome
Wake Up Project. One of the key take-outs I took from her talk was to not share (or air) your crap on your blog, or with your tribe when you are going through something. Do it after. It made a lot of sense to me. Which is probably why I haven't really shared anything in a while. Sharing after always removes the emotion and you always have the wisdom of hindsight. Something we can never have enough of.
Danielle La Porte on stage
So a few months back, I took part in an amazing speaking seminar with
Carren Smith. It was not your ordinary workshop, yes we learnt techniques of getting your point across, but Carren has some magic about her, that makes you feel like an epic human being. I walked out of that seminar on top of the world.
With Carren Smith after the course
I was walking up the street in the Sydney CBD feeling as though no one could stop me from what I wanted. That I could do anything. It was a pretty amazing feeling. I was euphoric...maybe for a minute or so...until I hear my name being called. Which by the way totally interrupted my internal soundtrack that I had playing, while I was imagining myself in my own dance music clip (that is on my bucket list, just so you know). I quickly assumed that the call out was not for me and recommenced my feeling of being on top of the world. Until I was rudely interrupted by the sound of my name being called again from across the street. My euphoria quickly turned into panic when I realised who was calling my name.
The thing is, maybe I should provide some context...I was one of those people that had a high school sweetheart, which spanned a decade. The relationship needed to end, it did very cleanly but it was one of the hardest things I have had to deal with. Getting over the break up of this took me a long time, but I soon realised I was dealing not only with the loss of my first love but I lost a family. More specifically and importantly, I lost ties with a woman who treated me and loved me like her daughter and I saw her as a second mother.
It was so hard for me to grasp the idea to grieve the loss of someone who hasn't actually passed on.
She tried to maintain contact with me and even though she is always in my thoughts, the idea of keeping contact was not feasible or realistic to me.
This woman, who I missed so dearly was now across the road from me. I was in a state of shock. I just really never expected to see her in the city. There are places that I would purposely avoid, to ensure no unexpected meetings occur, but alas, it was Mother's Day and it seemed we were both searching for some closure.
In Bosnia together many years ago
We sat and drank coffee, she smoked, just like my own mum. Some things never change. I was able to say thank you for everything, something I always wanted to say to her face after the break up. How much I appreciated all the unconditional support and love.
We updated each other on happenings - births, deaths and marriages. It felt like so much time had passed, yet none at all.
This meeting conjured up so many things for me. I was so sad to say goodbye to her. Yet again. I recently came to realise that to me, she represents a woman who was very much like my dad's mumma - Nanna Carmen. A woman who exuded love. She wasn't afraid to share it and express it, with a million and one kisses and hugs and of course her trade mark cheek pinching which I loved, even though it hurt!
So although this chance meeting rattled me. It was needed. I think we both got what we needed. The words, a final hug and a kiss. She will be in my heart forever.