Ever heard the saying, ‘It’s always the darkest before the dawn’?
Getting Super Slammed Monday night was a hard thing to pick myself up from. BUT . . .
Ever notice how after a thunderstorm, the skies clear, things are brighter, and they smell fresher? I love that smell of rain, wet grass, and cleansed ozone. Glade has tried to imitate that smell, but it’s never as good as the real thing.
It’s sort of like that in our lives. Storms happen. It’s not a matter of if but rather when. So I had to decide; am I going to wallow in self-pity, stay in the muck and feel sorry for myself, or move forward to the next opportunity?
If you’ve read Doors of Opportunity, you probably know I’m not the type to wallow for long. Opportunities are everywhere, sometimes we just have to push the door open and step inside. When one door closes, another opens or else a window or two are thrown open. I managed to spot one of those open windows and took a peek inside. I’m excited!
Being this late in the game, many people were already registered for the class. I typed a letter which began with the board’s decision, my regrets that we would not be continuing the class, and a list of possible sources for guidance and help dealing with the touchy subjects that would have been addressed; An obituary notice, the death of a dream.
Ah, but the light begins to shine as the storm clouds move on. On the back of the “obituary” we have a business plan! KAPOW!
Opportunity is there, this is only one potential outlet. The designs for a website, a business opportunity; an outlet for my counseling; a way to get the information to those searching for help – literally on the back of an obituary notice. Talk about a phoenix rising from the ash! It’s not a done deal yet, but it’s more than in idea. It still has to be executed which will take a lot of work in a short amount of time in order to capitalize on the moment of opportunity.
I threw out all the “obituary notices” that I had printed. I am going to reprint – it’s worth the extra ink. The new one will include the link to our website. It will give them a sense of hope, an outlet, options, not a sense of hopelessness that the system has failed them once again. At least that’s my hope.
Scarlett was right: tomorrow is another day!
Write on my friends, write on!