I haven’t written anything for a while. Life has been very busy. I’ve been doing many things, but nothing for myself.
I painted for a friend that bought a “new to her” place to help get it ready for moving. She didn’t have the time or the ability to do it herself.
I was blessed to be available on three weekdays to help put on a benefit dinner, something I could never do when I was working.
I got to be there for my son’s first event with a new business he is starting and helped where I could.
I was available to help a friend entertain out of town company, being her hands and feet so she was able to express her gift of hospitality in a way she is no longer physically able on her own.
What I’ve come to realize is; these are the things that make me feel significant. Helping someone do something to make their life better or easier makes my life better.
So when I say that nothing I’ve done was for myself, the truth is everything I’ve done was for myself. I did what makes me feel good, makes me feel alive.
I’ve come to realize, as history verifies, that the vessel I was created to be is a thousand varying forms of helpmate.
I’ve often looked at the many people I’ve helped thru the years and asked, “When is it my turn?” It’s only now that I’m realizing it’s always my turn, as long as I have the opportunity to be helping somewhere.