Imprisoned

Imprisoned

I was talking with a woman in what started as a conversation about weight gain and health issues, but it took an unexpected turn - to a house.  She was single woman and had stayed alone for years in her big house despite not having the time, energy or passion to be there. 

The condensed story went something like this:
Chapter 1 - Kids had moved out, but she stayed in case they wanted to visit or needed to move back. 
Chapter 2 - Might have grandkids one day and need a place for babysitting and overnights.
Chapter 3 - Parents getting older and might need to be cared for at some point. Her siblings were either out-of-town or their lives too complicated to care for mom or dad.

In the end, more than ten years passed alone in that big house that she didn’t enjoy, and that required most of her free time and money to maintain. The house had consumed her; she put it and all the people she thought were tied to it ahead of her own needs. She was resentful. 

Did her house signify something deeper about her life? As we chatted, the answer was clear. Yes, she realized the house was a reflection of many aspects of her life. She was so caught up in anticipating everyone else’s needs that she didn’t listen to her own.

She had created her own imprisonment. So she changed the conversation by asking herself some very powerful questions, most importantly, “What Do I Want?” 

Happy Ending - She sold the house. And more importantly, she’s taking care of her wants, her needs. She’s feeling better - physically, emotionally and mentally - than she has in ages, and now recognizes that she really does serve others much better once she serves her own needs first. 

"You can help others more by making the most of yourself than in any other way." Wallace Wattles
 
 

Wishing you courage to serve yourself first,
Karen