We just came back from a cruise from Bermuda, and though I did not expect it (especially after I saw all the hoohas drinking- ok, sorry, that was pure judgment, I meant to say, all the people enjoying/ escaping through alcohol ) I met the most wondrous woman. Why was she wondrous? She had 8 children, 4 of her own and 4 foster children she adopted. And honestly, she looked like she was enjoying every minute of servitude required.
Then by contrast, I related to the pretty, Iranian queen who avoided any contact with her children, and the husband was left to do all the heavy lifting, picking up, fetching food, and to top it off making sure she was happy. Ok, so I’m somewhere in between these two ladies.
I’ve been quiet since I got home. After everything I experience (especially vacations that take me out of my comfort zone) I need time to integrate and synthesize what just happened. So, what happened? I’m grateful for the couple who took us with them to photograph their wedding, the kids got a REAL vacation (as opposed to being dragged through another third world country and asked to eat food they hate and use purrell every 5 seconds), and I got to meet the mother of eight.
I woke up this morning with all these thoughts of people I met along the way and realized coming back to my life is a bit frustrating. Frustrating because I want to do so much- I want to be a good mom, have a loving marriage, a thriving business, and continue to write and finally publish the books I have been working on for a few years now. Yes, I have the “I want it all” syndrome.
Some would say that I just need to chill and do what I can, and that having it all is a myth. And as I remind myself of how the veil of reality lifts and the higher dimensions become more accessible to us, I wonder if as a collective having it all is more than a possibility but a reality…
I once heard someone say that we can have it all but just not at once. I wonder. Not in a “yeah, they are so wrong”, but in a “I wonder” kind of way.
Wonder.