Yesterday was one of the strangest days of my life. And I wanted to share with y’all the lesson I learned in all of it.
And it’s a pretty important lesson.
Wednesday was one of the strangest days I’ve experienced in a long time. And it tested my transformation in a pretty major way.
It began with a bus driver trying to pick a fight with me.
And it ended with my Braves looking like a 95 loss team in spring training, rather than a team up 1–0 in the World Series.
And in the middle, I got called Larry for reasons passing understanding.
But after the run in with the bus driver (and I was absolutely in the right) I spent most of yesterday morning an anxious mess. I felt like an elephant was sitting on my chest. My stomach was in knots. And I couldn’t calm my mind.
Keep in mind, for most of the previous week I have felt confident, calm, and at ease in my own skin. Like I’d turned the corner in my own transformation and recovery.
With all the coaching and therapy I’ve had, I was flat out stumped as to what was going on.
But then it hit me…
I’ve got a ton of stuff going on in my life. Finding a new place to live (the place a couple weeks ago fell through, but I’ve not given up hope,) in process on creating my new business model, working on myself to create a new romantic relationship (even that’s still in process), and my Atlanta Braves (a team I have been crazy about since 1983) are in the world series for the first time since 1999.
Oh, and the not so small matter of my new book which is dropping in a matter of weeks.
What hit me yesterday was just how much I miss my mom and dad. How much I’d love to give them a copy of “Hello Again.” And how much I’d love to be on an endless text chain with Dad about our Braves!
“Maybe I just need a good cry?” I thought.
Keep in mind, my anxiety was as bad as it’s been in a long time.
There was a lull in store traffic. Actually the store was flat out dead. I took my phone into the men’s room, locked myself in a stall, and I pressed play on the “Golden Slumbers” suite from The Beatles “Abbey Road.”
“Once there was a way to get back homeward.”
And we were off to the races. People walking into the men’s room probably thought I was crazy, but I don’t care.
I needed it.
My lesson is this: listen. Listen to your soul. Listen to intuition. As the great Sting once sang “Let your soul be your pilot.”
Your intuition will tell you what you need.
LISTEN TO IT!
The rest of the day I felt more like myself. I felt engaged, alive, and present.
Your soul will never lie to you. You just have to choose to listen.
