Back when I worked in Corporate America, I had a number of health problems. I see that I was truly trying to be of the highest service in that setting—at my own expense! Working at this job wasn’t the highest service I could provide, so it was never going to be a good fit. As a result, all kinds of signals came through my body from this incompatibility.
In retrospect, I just wish it didn’t take me so long to get the message.
In retrospect, I just wish it didn’t take me so long to get the message.
For a long while, I had serious neck issues. The life that I was living was literally a pain in my neck! The lowest point happened when I had to postpone a trip to Europe. Despite tremendous pain, I’d gone into the office over the weekend to finish tasks to clear my plate before the trip. There I was, again, being of service to everyone – but myself – and my body responded in kind.
I pushed forward and insisted that we go, despite my husband’s reservations. In the cab ride to the airport, I was extremely uncomfortable. I winced with every bump and turn. We arrived at the airport, checked our bags and made it through security. While sitting at our gate, I broke down crying. I finally had to admit that I just couldn’t go.
Before going home, we went to the emergency room. For the first time in a long while, I felt relief courtesy of a shot of painkillers. Instead of trekking around Paris and Prague, I spent my vacation time propped-up in bed and zonked out on prescription drugs. Unfortunately, I ignored all the signs I’d received and had to learn the hard way to include myself in the equation for being of service. Now my prayer is: Help me to be of the highest and best service to everyone, including myself.
I pushed forward and insisted that we go, despite my husband’s reservations. In the cab ride to the airport, I was extremely uncomfortable. I winced with every bump and turn. We arrived at the airport, checked our bags and made it through security. While sitting at our gate, I broke down crying. I finally had to admit that I just couldn’t go.
Before going home, we went to the emergency room. For the first time in a long while, I felt relief courtesy of a shot of painkillers. Instead of trekking around Paris and Prague, I spent my vacation time propped-up in bed and zonked out on prescription drugs. Unfortunately, I ignored all the signs I’d received and had to learn the hard way to include myself in the equation for being of service. Now my prayer is: Help me to be of the highest and best service to everyone, including myself.
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