This phrase has been going through my head as I’ve been thinking about writing this post today.  It’s something my husband says occasionally, and I think it’s from an old Star Trek movie…I cannot for the life of me remember why my husband says it.

But it is true when it comes to following your inner or soul wisdom and nudges.  Eventually, resistance to those nudges is futile because the consequences of ignoring them are not fun.

After a year of high alert and making sure (as much as is humanly possible for anything in my control) to keep Tim safe, I thought I would be as free as he was after the 100 days post-transplant.  And right around that time, I finished my Master Coach Training intensive. Being in Master Coach training during the year of Tim’s Leukemia was a blessing for me…a little piece of something just mine that I could focus on, learn from, and spend time with that had nothing to do with health or the medical community. 

I knew there would be a little lull, maybe a week or two where I recovered by laying low, but then I would be beyond happy and giddy and we would be on our way to a much more normal and free way of life, celebrating and having fun.

I did not expect those 2 weeks to take 5 months.

First of all, the 100 days was not a good marker to count on – there were still 3 months of immuno-suppressives and keeping him safe from flu and norovirus and even the common cold, then getting the next bone-marrow biopsy that would show where we stood.  And then the quest to keep graft-vs-host disease away would begin. It’s all wonderful and he’s healthy and happy and energetic.

And even though I made it through the Master Coaching intensive (with barely any scars and a lot of healing from the horses), I still had to assimilate all my shit coming up during the weekend, then discarding and/or integrating it all back in. 

I did have some fun!  I put on a coach-spot call for Martha Beck Coaches, I taught a pre-req class to some mind/body coach trainees (both of those were scary-fun!), took on helping with my mind/body mentor’s newsletter, helped a fellow coach with some energy work for a class she was holding (also fun!), and helped another one organize and make pretty some testimonials for her new website (fun!).

But I also signed up for more training, more classes, more commitments – I thought they’d be fun.  I pushed.

I also ate more junk food, drank more wine, veg’ed more in front of my PC, became less active.

I gained 4 pounds, which for me is the start of a slippery slope to gaining 20.

Ugggh.

And the seemingly total lack of motivation became a worry that I was actually entering a depression.

This was NOT supposed to happen now that Tim was fine and we were ‘out the other side!’

So, I took notice and finally listened with my body and heart and soul and mind, and in April, as I contemplated re-scheduling another session with my coach (because honestly, I had nothing to show her, homework not done, not one word of copy for my website), and I felt my stomach sink at the thought of homework and coaching groups for grief coach training and homework for CCT class audits, and feeling silly even trying to hire a VA because if I had a VA to post my blog or mail my newsletter, surely I would produce them, right?  …I sat back a little stunned at how horrible my body felt in response to all I was trying to do against my better wisdom.

My beautiful brain had been trying to interpret the signals all along – and when that ego part of me that thought it knew better what to do became scared and exhausted, the message got through. 

Finally, it was so clear that I had been pushing and pushing and pushing myself to get my business back up and running, to get clients, to be prepared, to… to… to do something I just wasn’t ready to do. 

I had many friends telling me to rest…that I needed rest.  And in fact, when I did check in with my body and my soul wisdom, it too said rest.  I figured my friends were just being kind and my soul was stuck on an old groove.

But here is the truth of what my body and soul and mind were trying to show me.

I couldn’t practice or learn about grief coaching because I’m not supposed to right now – I’m craving enjoyment and gratitude and celebration!

I couldn’t do homework because I was supposed to be playing, which could look like cooking something new or shredding old journals or sitting in the sun with Cleo or lunching with friends or Skype’ing with friends or buying clothes or travelling to SLO to see Evan.

I couldn’t have a coaching session because I wasn’t ready to dig in – and I didn’t need more evidence (only in my own mind) that I had failed to do what I said I would do.

And I couldn’t write web copy or blog posts because I hadn’t figured any of this out.  I was flailing because I was resisting listening. 

So, for the last 3 weeks or there-abouts…

I unsubscribed from groups that weren’t essential to my well-being.

I cleaned off my desk.

I put the piles of books I was supposed to read about grief in the cupboard and with anguish stopped attending class (lucky for me because of the insight and compassion of the instructors, the calls and forum and continuing training will always be there for me). 

I took to rarely posting anything or even following anything on FaceBook.

I rescheduled my coaching session for June, far enough out for me to come back in balance.

I quit all classes that did not scream “FUN!” and I let it all go, trusting that I was valuable enough to not ‘earn my keep’ for a while.  WOW!  How’s that for putting pressure on yourself.

For the last 3 weeks, I practiced self-compassion.

I got massages.
I got a facial.
I slept later.
I went to bed earlier.
We spent a day with friends who came to town.
I played all day in San Francisco with one of my long time bestie’s.
I went to a great seminar about compassion at Stanford.
I made a date to talk to a Social Worker at Stanford about how I can help other caregivers.
I started testing a newly developed care-giver application for smart phones.

I lost 3 pounds – I swear they came off because I was truly having fun, letting the rest go!

I appreciated myself and stopped beating myself up and being self-critical.
I started being more present to myself, my husband, my son, and my friends.
I practiced celebration and gratitude.
I listened to and relished and was grateful for my husband, my son, my friends and my coach.

I made plans to get away by myself to just be – I won’t even have to let the dog out!
I made plans for our 25th wedding anniversary at the end of May.
I made plans to visit Evan on Mother’s day – a very nice gift for ME – with the added bonus of seeing a couple of friends who live in the same town.

Little things that changed the flow in my soul, mind, and body.

I’m healing and recovering.  I’m acknowledging what I did last year.  I’m seeing, really for the first time, my intrinsic worth.  And as importantly, I’m PLAYING.  I’m having fun and loving freely.

Heck…I wrote this blog post!

I’m embracing joy, me, all my loved ones, life, love, compassion, and whatever is to come; and, damn…it feels so good!