At the age of 17 I found myself in the position of being a teenage mother and wife, whose husband was away at college. After a couple of years, I moved away from my parent’s home with my husband to another state, and running my own household. I fell right into the duties of taking care of other people, being the responsible person that I was raised to be, but not taking as good a care of myself as I should have been.
I exercised and watched what I ate, with the limited understanding I had, but I didn’t nurture myself properly. This pattern eventually took its toll on my body. My body initially suffered from anemia for a while as I incorrectly “dieted” the extra weight from my pregnancy away. But eventually as stressful situations became more prevalent in my lifestyle, it began to outwardly manifest itself. However, I didn’t know how to stop it.
Fortunately in 1983, a life-changing automobile accident that involved me and my family catapulted me into wanting a deeper understanding about why I was here, my life, and my relationship with God. Yes, I had that “Ah-ha moment.” I wanted to know what this thing called life was about. I wanted to know more about who I truly was, the inner part of me. This was the driving force behind my search to discover why I was here and what I was to do during my lifetime on this earth. But I realized that I had to become open to learning and accepting the good, the bad and the ugly of my life. It really wasn’t “bad,” but as I was establishing a relationship with my Creator, earthly terms became relative. I had to be open to correction, making better choices, and then being of service — being open to be used by the Divine Creator God in service — whatever that meant for me.
This is when I dove into finding out and understanding what it meant to live consciously. The first thing I did was join in with a group of people who were striving to do the same thing (what I call like-minded) — live a life that led to the purpose of why and how we could make a difference on this earth. What I found however was that I had been living consciously all the time. What a surprise! This is how my parents raised me and my siblings. Now as an adult, it was my responsibility to make the choice to take it further or stay and stagnate. I chose to take it further and I am enjoying the journey. Living consciously has been a lifestyle change whose process is ongoing and one I wouldn’t reverse if I could. It has helped me become the purposeful woman I am today, which enables me to be of service to you — the caregivers of the world. For that I am truly grateful.