Mindfulness on a Mission Sooner or Later: Life Discovered
The sound of an old creaky wooden porch door instantly transports me back to my first summertime job. Back then; the options were limited for 15-year olds. I took the first position that was offered to me. So began my journey and the rest as they say is history. The next few decades would provide many learning opportunities and great stories to share in the future.
I truly believe that if every teenager had to work in food service (if only for a little while) you would see a dramatic increase in college applications and the emergence of more entrepreneurs. Such was the case for me. I became a serial entrepreneur! Over the next three decades I joined over 30 companies in search of the perfect MLM or network marketing breakthrough. I always knew there was a way out…I just never found it until much later in life.
I worked everywhere from truck stops to fine dining and everything in between. I served cocktails, pancakes, and filet mignon. I rose before the first roosters announced morning and worked to see the night sky give way to the sunrise. There were many valuable life lessons yet to learn and I was on the slow and steady path to learning them.
Sometimes life has a unique way of teaching you tenacity, responsibility, and patience. It took me most of my adult life to learn what spirit wanted to show me. There was a lot of praying, crying and soul-searching along the way. I was born with the one thing no one could take from me: a “positive attitude.” That made all the difference! I smiled through most any situation. My sense of humor was my second best friend. Together we could conquer the world or at least the shift. I was that polyester and pantyhose waitress with the positive attitude on a mission knowing that life would get better. I would have to change gears to discover how.
Once I decided to slow down and become more mindful my life changed for the better and it would never be the same again. It was April 23, 2011 and on that day the menu consisted of one man of my dreams. Three years later we exchanged I do’s outside on a beautiful autumn afternoon in a city park in Scottsdale. Under the beautiful oak trees with my friend taking pictures on her cell phone, two other friends serving as witnesses and a shaman officiating. I was off on my new grand adventure with no looking back. Now I serve spirit and reconnect people with their loved ones in heaven. I carried these gifts with me when I crossed that threshold all those years ago. It just took a different threshold crossing to accept them. Now the “special of the day” every day is Spirit. I have since parked the tray and driven away. I know that the best tip of them all comes when you find your true-life purpose.