I have no real starting point this morning as I’m still sitting in shock and awe at the amount of love last night.
I really can’t even call you all clients anymore… you are all so much more than that… more than friends… family.
I was thrown a birthday surprise (maybe I’ll call it a shock) party last night from these incredible people. They came through the door between my late classes with music in their voices, treats and gifts (oh the gifts…I was and am so spoiled beyond anything I could have ever even imagined or even write about.)
When I moved to this new location, I distinctly remember feeling like I was in a whirlwind. These people came in, Sarah donated a moving truck; everyone rallied and went to work. Within one and a quarter hours, all was out. Then they unpacked, moved through heavy doors and up a flight of stairs. They helped me decorate. They moved things around. My father in law and husband installed the mirrors. I felt like I was just staring (and maybe I actually was) but what I realized in hindsight was that I was just so overwhelmed with gratitude and love for these people who dedicated their Friday night not only to my business move but…to me.
Likewise, last night was a turning point in my heart. I learned something within 10 entire seconds of all of these people filing in singing… “Laura, you are loved and are worthy of love. You are loved. You are loved. You are loved.” Holding back tears was so difficult.
I know with absolute certainty that there is power in owning your story. SERIOUS power. To know that you have choices, that your choices affect you and the way you view yourself and others. Choose to get out of your pit. If you have to dig metaphorical tunnels and get out in a different place… do it.
As an adopted child I struggled immensely with the difficulty between logic and emotional response. I know I’ve said that before, so let me explain. I know it was impossible for me to have lived a good life given the circumstances of my birthparents. My head says that and my heart says, “You weren’t picked and you weren’t chosen. You weren’t loved enough.” The struggle is more than real…it was my reality. Marrying and having children propelled me into a new category of understanding and acceptance…every day and every year growing more and more okay with my story. The past few months have taught me so much. It was time to climb out of the pit.
Know that everyone has a pit and I want to be here to help you out. I’m here another year older and feeling blessed to be here on this earth longer to hopefully help propel positive change in the way you love yourself.
You are loved. You are loved. You are loved.