You never know when you might change the course of someone else's life just by sharing your own.
What is for you will not pass you by.
Many times on my solo trip around Ireland, I found myself asking the question: "since when have I started crying so much?" then I'd think, perhaps the question is, "so when did I stop crying so much?"
It's kinda lovely to succumb to these waves of emotion.
I wonder how I've become so emotional, and in the same moment, I love that I am.
Today coming into Kinsale tears welled up in my eyes and I was surprised to feel a bit of twangy sadness. What's that plucking at my heart? I've just spent the past 3 nights out in the wilderness by myself, climbing mountains and bahhhing with sheep and I hadn't felt an atom of loneliness.
Today driving into this lovely town on the coast with boats and people all around, I feel loneliness? How's that possible?
On top of a mountain, by myself, I feel all the world at my feet, today by myself having dinner alone in a crowded room, I find myself asking myself, really, Chloë?
"Just what the hell do you think you're doing? Really, what is this all about? And just who do you think you are?"
....what's for you will not pass you by
I find myself in a beautiful town and in a little bit of a bad mood.
How could this be? I'd just literally been on top of the world, experienced such heights, literally and physically…. arriving at my new destination the host directed me to a place in town to have a good coffee and connect online and I wanted to sit in the sunshine and write. But the place she directed me to was under construction and I was fumbling with my iphone to find service to find another place, but what I had found in Ireland was that even though I'd paid through the nose for international roaming data service, it didn't work. And whereas every place has wifi, none of it works like I'm used to. I've totally taken for granted being able to upload, download, click, respond, and have 15 pages open at the same time on the high speed internet highways back home.
I'm finding the internet in Ireland is much like their highways ... It will get you there, but maybe not very fast, and along the way you could run into a few herd of sheep that may slow you down, or come face to face with a petrol truck barreling down around you in a corner with nowhere to go except into a rock wall or under the front axle of the truck.
As my bad mood is turning into a tiny little hissy fit on the street, the random reminder I have programed into my iPhone pops up:
"Expect a miracle."
I laugh at myself. I take a deep breath, look around me, take it all in. You're ok. I'm ok. Expect a miracle.
Expect a miracle.
How could I be in a town of the most friendliest people on earth and feel a bit sad?
After having an amazing dinner of Irish cheese and multiple glasses of port, I go home to my bed alone.
The following day, I return to town in hopes of finding some good internet and as I'm making the turn into town I find myself searching for some "silver lining" bullshit way I can reframe my self imposed loneliness and write a good blog post about it…
Then sitting at the cafe outside in the sunshine, I find myself questioning what I'm doing here at all?
I mean, I keep touting to random strangers to follow their heart... and really I don't think I want to spend the rest of my life traveling the world by myself, I mean...
Am I able to admit that I have had some serious doubts along this way?….
Again I find that the internet can't bother to go fast enough for me to write a blog post or upload the video I've made about reaching the top of the mountain. (Ironic.)
So here I am sitting outside a cafe frustratingly watching the circling of the internet in search of itself and the lady sitting next to me compliments my earrings.
We start to chat about where I'm from and where she's from. She lives here in Kinsale.
And I don't know how it even happens. But as she starts talking about her life and I start sharing a bit of mine, I sheepishly mention that I'm not quite sure what I'm doing traveling the world by myself, and I don't have a husband yet, though I always thought I would by this time in my life, and I'm not sure when or if that's ever going to happen, and I don't know what the hell I'm doing here in Ireland!
Then she says to me, OH, but it will happen! And she tells me of her life, how she'd returned home to Ireland in her early 40s after traveling the world, serving in the Gulf War, single, a career woman. She described returning home like a "smack in the head", everyone had husbands, families, and children in exams.
Then she says, "I met the love of my life"... "a widower, we've been married 13 years and I have two step sons."
I start crying.
Then she says "Oh, we were meant to sit next to each other! I am here to give you this message!"
A woman after my own heart.
Helena's a stylish looking lady, an artist, who's had exhibitions in multiple countries. She tells me about some recent experiences she's had and talks about the phases we go through in life. Recently she had an accident and has been unable to do her art, I love what she says next:
"You know I'm 35."
"Who falls and has an accident? My mother."
"Not me, I'm not 60, you know, I'm 35 inside."
How I love this lady! Then her stylish husband, Felix, shows up to retrieve her to lunch with her friends and we're chatting away and it's difficult to pry us from our conversation. But I'm so pleased to meet him and I've only come to tears twice during our conversation and I thank him for tolerating our going on and on. She gets up to say goodbye and invites me to hug her. As I receive her wonderful energy and optimistic well wishes she says,
"What is for you will not pass you by."
We had sat next to each other for a reason.
"What is for you, will not pass you by", she says to me.
When I finally leave the cafe later that day, because my computer battery had run out for circling for the internet in search of itself, I ask for my check. The girl goes inside to get my bill and comes back out and asks, "Do you remember the couple that was sitting here before?"
The gentleman paid for your bill when he left.
And tears well up in my eyes.
I remind myself that I am not making this up as I go.
But if I were (making this up) and I was writing a classic romantic comedy with a happy ending, this would have been a perfect moment for the heroine on her journey, just as she's about to lose faith and give up her heroic search for love... a poignant character appears to say just what she needs to hear, in that very moment, so she doesn't give up. Instead, she is grateful for her journey and decides to keep going.
Thank you Helena and Felix.
It's about the journey, not the destination. You've heard this before. So have I.
But really, it's about the journey, not the destination...... Though, there are some pretty fantastic destinations along the way.
Celebrate when you make these milestones, take it all in from the vantage point of how far you have come. Enjoy it for the moments, don't go right on to asking what's next.
Take a deep breath.
This is enough. I am enough. I don’t give up.
Expect a miracle.
So often, people feel like "there's got to be more to life..."
Maybe it feels like you’re missing out on your potential in life or maybe you haven’t found the right partner in love…
You need to know that your life purpose exists and who you are serves a greater purpose in this world.
How do I know about this?
...from my unique challenges in life, starting from when I almost died in an accident, then later was diagnosed with a debilitating auto-immune disease, and risked every thing I had ever created in order to recover my health and ultimately my happiness.
I learned teachable techniques that helped me to grow a meaningful business which serves people around the world, and create a life filled with love, purpose, adventure, and miracles.
These are the same techniques I've taught to many of my clients who have then become more fulfilled and inspired and I'd like to teach you how to start finding and restoring your life purpose too. I can promise that you will never look at life the same way again.