Watching someone I love self-destruct is not easy. Not stepping in to stop the madness is even harder. After all, wouldn’t I be there for her if I was a really good friend? Well, maybe not. I know I’m not the only one who has ever struggled with this. I see it on Facebook, in …
“If you knew you only had a year to live, what would you do?” I asked someone that question today, because I’ve been asking myself the same thing since last night.
The question seems so rhetorical, but when something unexpected showed up during a “routine” medical exam late yesterday afternoon, it collided with my idea of reality. I thought I was safe. I thought I would live to be ancient. It never occurred to me that I may not have another 50 or so years.
One of my freeing moments in coaching came when I realized that every “episode” in my life stems from something that I have set myself up perfectly to learn. As I was having a rant one day (aren’t we all entitled?) my Life Coach asked me, “What have you set yourself up perfectly to learn …