Since my mom’s death, I’ve come to know gratitude. And LOVE. On an entirely new level. By way of crawling through the murkiness of pain and sorrow. But there has also been some true moments of happiness.
Am I happy my mom died? No of course not. I’m still completely surprised that I occasionally burst out in tears when a thought about my mom pops in my head. Or I see something. Or smell something. No one is more surprised by this than me – I honestly thought I was prepared for my mom’s death because she seemed to be sitting around waiting for Mr. Reaper to knock on her door and take her away. I don’t knock myself for having these outbursts; I’m studied enough to know that grief knows no bounds and we are all wrapped up in grief at some level and no need to resist it, otherwise it festers and rears it’s head in other ways. So I don’t mind the tears. They do surprise me, however.
I’m okay with surprises.
My mom’s death was such a wake-up call and continues to flood my thoughts and dreams with new ideas. Eight months before my mom duked out her last duke, I was being pulled by forces to change my life, yet I completely resisted at the time. I even felt damned by what I thought was “happening to me”. A year later, it’s starting to make sense as I continue to make more changes, because now I’m on a mission and feel compelled to acknowledge that which royally pissed me off a year ago.
I honestly believe I was being yanked by a higher power – angels to be exact – to become a better person; a better version of Meagan, because on so many levels, I was drowning and had given up. I remember saying to myself, “I give up. No really, I’m done.” That’s pretty clear, eh?
I had no passion and a seriously low low low energetic vibration; I cared very little about what was going on around me – AND I was harboring a truckload of shame for having been fired from some jobs. Holy-moley, who was I if I didn’t have a job I could brag about? Even if I didn’t have a date, at least I had a job. I was losing things to be excited about and could feel the sparkle oozing out of my being – and I have always been a sparkly person, so this was heart-breaking for me. No job, no relationship since my divorce, no money, no home of my own…. Who am I and seriously, what happened?
The entire 2012 year feels like it was in a state of suspension, and looking back, I now understand bit more. I was being prompted to empty out my life and look ahead. Look above. Look behind. Look up.
I fought this. I was angry. Not anymore. I like the view.
In January 2013, my mom needed me. She had not wanted me around for years. But now she had no choice – my twin uncles had recently died (ouch) and my two brothers were in Phoenix. She had no choice but me. I went immediately.
It’s been eight months since she died and I can honestly say this has been the most gut-wrenching time of my life, with mom’s death being the frosting on my cake of gloom, but it has also rocked my soul to the core and I am forever grateful for this HUUUGE wake up call.
I have mentioned it before (and will not in the future), but I had this habit of getting fired from jobs, in addition to quitting a few. I went my whole life without getting fired (well there was that one office job that I was fired from after the Christmas party, but that’s a story for another day) and then in a matter of about two years, I was fired three times. I also quit two other jobs. That’s a boatload of jobs in a very short time, Ladies and Gentlemen!
It was a revolving door of drama and heartache, and I had no idea how to stop the rollercoaster because I was so desperate and ashamed about being fired. I jumped into action immediately and was able to get a new job wham-bam, but I was not bothering to ask if I was right for the job or if I even wanted to work for this company or with it’s people. I had no time to think about these things, so the universe sorted this out for me. QUICKLY.
“Hello, you’re hired!”
“Hey, you’re fired, there’s the door!”
When I was fired seven weeks ago, I completely slammed on the brakes and decided to take a much needed time out. I struggle with this because there’s a part of me that feels guilty for not working, but there is a much larger part of me that is completely committed to getting stronger, smarter, healthier and in touch with what I really should be doing.
I am completely grateful I have a spot of time to do my soul searching and a quiet, calm place out in the country.
So many bittersweet gifts since my mom’s death.
I have been marching around my entire life thinking I understood certain things about life and how things had to get done. I had accepted this mostly, and was quietly and numbly going about life and losing a bit more steam each year.
And then….. and then my mom apologized for being mean to me before she died. Wished she had been nicer to me. Said she was wrong about me. Was so, so, so happy I made spaghetti at her place instead of eating out.
Funny what sticks out.
With this apology, I was knocked flat on my back for a good number of days and to this present day, I am still decoding this newfound vision and my strong, peppy heartbeat that beats vibrantly in my now strong rib cage.
My mom gave me the gift of love and I had no idea I had been living without it. I am enjoying having an invigorated pulse at this stage in life. I understand now with much greater compassion that my mom lived a loveless life herself and it breaks my heart when I think of it, but she made amends where she could and I am forever grateful.
She was smart. Unburden yourself before you go.
Now I have an opportunity to live with vim, vigor, zest, laughter, curiosity, wonder and passion! All the things that felt natural to me as a kid (let’s be honest, this feels natural to every kid) and I’m totally embracing it again, like it’s my birthday! (jaja)
This is the reason I have stepped off the fast-moving train of life to re-examine everything. I have become softer, more thoughtful, slower and happier. My laugh has improved. No really, make me laugh and you will see! I prefer being outside in nature and eating lots of healthy greens. I read and write poetry. I read a ton of books. I adore silence. I watch zero tv and avoid all gossip sites. I still read Twitter! Can’t live in outer space ALL THE TIME. I am taking several classes right now that are helping me feel better. I am s-l-o-w-l-y finding new social circles. I quit drinking and smoking – something the angels were giving me SUCH a hard time about. I couldn’t do these things anymore without feeling like hell on earth, so I happily gave them up. I thought it would be hard. It wasn’t.
The next job I take will be a job that has meaning to me. Or I will create something myself — this is in the works. I still don’t have all the answers but these things are true:
I am happier now than I have ever been in my adult life. I am at peace. I enjoy little things. I am not afraid of the holidays. Nor the water, or being out in nature. I am not worried about being fired again. I will not go hungry. I am awesome! I really want to help others. I am super-super-super excited about the autumn and winter of my life because it has been and will continue to be magical.
Have I mentioned the faeries that have appeared in my life? Yes. The faeries. The angels too! They call me Snow White when I go out in the woods; the birds, the trees, the clouds – they are all talking to me and I love it!