Last night, while staying at my friend’s beach house, loud thunderstorms woke me up. I was so startled that I got up and walked over to the bathroom to check the time on my phone. It was around 2 am but I was too groggy to catch the exact time. As I got back into bed I could hear the thunder roaring and see lightning illuminating the room.
Half asleep but aware, I remembered the night thunder and lightning woke me to let me know my father had died. I relived that experience once again.
This morning as the sun came up, I opened my journal to reflect on last night’s experience only to discover that today marks 7 years since my father passed. 7 years ago, at 2:19 am, a roar of thunder and lightning bolts woke me to let me know my father had left his physical body. Thunder has never woken me up since, until today.
As I processed this mystery, I also shared with the women in my core community this morning that I’ve been going through a personal/spiritual transformation as of late. The experience with my dad this morning confirmed that something special is happening — and for reasons I can’t explain, all of this sparked a desire to tell you about my upcoming mission statement workshop.
A SPECIAL INVITATION
On June 24th, from 9 am -12 pm, I am hosting a CORE Mission Statement Workshop.
I hosted this workshop for my community a year ago and recently I’ve received multiple requests to host another one. The sheer amount of requests and how they’ve all come at once is yet another mystery to me. It dawned on me today that the idea to do this workshop was born because of my dad’s mission statement — which I never saw until after he died.
Imagine having a document that states the principles and values you want to live by and the kind of person you want to be. Now imagine the people you love finding that document upon your death and thinking — this is exactly who she was. This is truly what she stood for. She walked her talk.
That’s what happened to me when my dad died. My hope is that when I die, my kids find my manifesto and say, “yep, that was my mom.”
That’s probably why I had to write to you today, on the anniversary of my dad’s death, even though I never blog on Saturdays to invite you to discover your mission.
It’s time to discover your mission
Maybe you’ve never considered doing a mission statement or you don’t really understand what it is. But I promise you, discovering your mission is a life-changing experience. So if you feel inspired by this email, maybe it’s a calling for you to sign up for this workshop. I sure felt called to invite you.
But whether you choose to join us or not, I hope this email serves to inspire you to open your eyes to the synchronicities and mysteries in your life — explore, enjoy, and savor them. They make life so much more meaningful and make it feel like you’re following a breadcrumb trail back home.