By Lisa Cypers Kamen.
I was living the dream. I was floating through my days, moving between the multiple houses and the multiple cars without a care in the world. My husband loved me, my kids thought I was an awesome mom and loved that I could shower them with everything they needed. I had a rockin’ wardrobe and one hell of a travel schedule. My body was perfect, my lifestyle was perfect, my family was perfect. My everything was perfect.
Until it wasn’t.
The marriage dissolved. The cars, houses and flashy clothes were history. I couldn’t provide for my kids. I couldn’t indulge in retail therapy to heal my wounds. Divorce, foreclosure, illness and financial ruin descended upon me like a hailstorm. Each blow to my lifestyle and to my family left another wound for me to recover from. I had two choices: surrender to the pain or lick my wounds and go on living.
When you’re traveling through life and find yourself caught in a torrential downpour of drama and depression, there’s no use sitting out in the rain and letting it make you sick, cold and soggy from the inside out. Instead, you pull out an umbrella, button up your slicker, and find a way to make it to your destination. Sure, you might need to change your route, avoiding the puddles or the downed branches, but you’ve got the ingenuity and the walking shoes to get you to where you want to go.
When my hailstorm struck, I decided to see the flip side of the collateral damage: the opportunity to change things up. The ability to use negative energy to fuel my journey to somewhere better than where I was going. Living and creating is the best revenge when disaster strikes. Happiness is a “screw you” to the rainy nights and the gloom. It shows you’ve weathered the storm and refused to let it define you. It’s taking control of your life and telling your trauma to go get a life!
I was living the dream. Now I’m living the reality, and you know what? It’s a lot better than the dream was, anyway!