My sister sees me as ‘Wonder Woman’. Imagine that!
Truly, my life is full, mostly with educational endeavors with adult learners and with the care-taking pursuits of two elderly Moms. Although my profession is an adult educator, I find, my life these days is as a learner. As such, life take the form of a self-propelled boot camp with many forks in the road, few of which are pleasant. Taking the road less traveled , I become the leader of those yet to experience these life issues. One foot in front of the other, learning from these difficult life problem-solving opportunities, then encouraging those who are just beginning this arduous journey provides additional purpose.
Exhausting work that might be better equipped by embodying a super hero physique with great accessories.
Selfless work that is rarely recognized by others. I often wonder, to what end? When will it all end?
But my focus is not on the exact end time or place, but rather how it will end.
And the ending will be as best as it can be if I enact my superpowers to intervene and advocate.
Indeed, I have learned to behave like a super hero-one win, no matter how small, is a win.
Life issues are not resolved in a day. Rather, small victories are won daily through small well-planned actions, plans and to-do lists. Indeed, superheroes do not route out all evil in one encounter. Just as one villain is arrested, another crops up-more sinister than the last. Each foe is studied to create strategy towards defeat.
Nevertheless, superheroes also know their kryptonite. Superheroes rally other super heroes, discovered through taking the time to research and to develop these prime-connections before the onslaught. Fighting issues through working collaboratively with every super hero focusing on their best selves/skills as part of the endeavor, fuels the hope of success.
Action is applied, results are analyzed, weapons are identified and sharpened. The tool box for the next encounter continues to grow. Surely, we superheroes will live to fight another day, win these battles one victory at a time!
Are you waiting for ‘a sign’?
In Biblical days, people put out a fleece looking for a sign to determine purpose and direction. From my perspective, few truly arrive at a set point created by the self. The path is often not clear. People, places and things can either clutter, or can pave life’s pathways. For some, the road is decisive: full speed ahead! For others, life occurs with happenstance. Serendipity, or the road less taken, defines the journey.
Those of my prime-connections who are on the direct path arrive sooner; achieve their goals quicker and often times with more monetary gain. But, few stay satisfied. They wonder, ‘Is this all there is’? The serendipitously connected find joy in the journey but are left wondering, ‘Did I achieve my purpose’?
On a recent vacation, the plaque ‘Give the dream a wake-up call’ grabbed my attention. Is this a sign for me? If not a personal sign, then surely over 100 new readers to the prime-connections.com website within the last few months (without a new blog in several years) certainly is! I remember the dream I had when this site was created. The dream was to acknowledge, appreciate, and applaud the purposeful prime-connections in my life and to serve as a reflective guidepost to enlighten and to renew the human spirit of the reader.
As a major life shift is rapidly approaching, ideas of possible next steps are swirling about. This next piece of the adventure will embrace uncharted experiences at a new pace based on former familiarity. What are the next steps in the journey? Will I achieve my purpose?
My husband wisely advises ‘stay quiet and wait for a sign’.
One of my graduates posted on Face Book that his father had undergone surgery hundreds of miles away and was having a very difficult recovery. I watched for my friend’s Facebook posts and messaged encouraging words of support for several weeks. Finally, his father, Papa Frank, was able to return to his hometown and we rejoiced! However, his recovery was short lived. Shortly another post announced that Papa Frank had passed away.
I attended the funeral Mass which was held in our hometown’s biggest cathedral. Upon entering, I was comforted by the peace of the church and the beautiful but profound aroma of abundant Easter flowers. It was a small gathering of family and friends. From the homily and from the stories from the grandchildren, I felt that I knew Papa Frank, but alas I had never met the man! These stories were outpourings of bittersweet experiences of a very robust life of an Italian immigrant. How strong were these bonds formed by taking the time to create prime connections through story telling! The grandchildren had never ventured to Italy, but through Papa Frank’s mentoring, cooking and storytelling, these youngsters inherited quite a legacy!
As the Mass ended, I was approached by another attendee. This person and I had a tumultuous relationship that ended badly. We chatted briefly offering and accepting each others’ heartfelt apology. Indeed, it had been 7 years since I had seen this person, but I had thought about this person and the situation many times over the years. What an amazing day! I went to connect with a friend in grief and I left without the grief of a relationship that went wrong. Connecting during an emotional time which seemed rather inopportune, created an opportunity for one prime connection to heal another!