For a time now, longer than I’d ever imagined, I’ve missed my daughter’s presence. I long for her laugh, a sound far richer than any melody, for the spark in her eyes brighter than the most dazzling fireworks, and the warmth of her embrace. A human connection thing that has been a saving grace for me is the ability to communicate with my daughter through digital connections like Zoom and FaceTime.
With our current circumstances, these options are all we have to bridge the physical distance between us. It’s not the same as being together in person, but it’s a way to stay connected and maintain a sense of closeness. Despite the challenges and limitations, I am grateful for these tools that allow me to see her face, hear her voice, and let her know how much she means to me.
It’s not the same as being together in person, but it’s a way to stay connected and maintain a sense of closeness. Despite the challenges and limitations, I am grateful for these tools that allow me to see her face, hear her voice, and let her know how much she means to me.
Alas, the cold, digital visage reflected in Zoom and FaceTime is a pale imitation of the vibrant life force she embodies. In this, I silently acknowledge the bitter fruit of our current circumstances.
In my role as a professional life coach, my calling has gained a new depth in these challenging times. It’s transcended beyond merely asking questions and lending a listening ear. Instead, it’s emerged as a lighthouse for the many drifting on a turbulent sea of despair. From varying walks of life, my clients converge on a common pain point – an unbearable void born from the absence of human connection. Safety, a basic human need, has ironically cast a shroud of isolation around us. A shroud was woven from social unrest, an unstable economy, evaporating livelihoods, and threatening homelessness. Indeed, the legacy of our times is a complex one.
Yet, it’s not the external conditions alone that wreak havoc. The emotional turmoil that bubbles beneath the surface of our collective consciousness adds a poignant layer to our shared human experience. Each heart carries the burden of loss and grief, and each soul grapples with the pain of missed opportunities and altered life trajectories.
In these times of unprecedented distress, I’ve found solace in the sanctity of a heart-wrenching cry. A cry so raw and primal it reverberates in the deepest corridors of your soul and shakes you to your core. This act of releasing sorrow is not just therapeutic but a testament to the resilience of the human spirit. It is a declaration that it’s okay to feel, hurt, and heal. There’s no shame in showing our vulnerable selves. It’s the bravest thing we can do for ourselves.
However, the linchpin of my healing process lies in my passion for my work. The act of guiding others to uncover their purpose, reignite their latent talents, and take bold steps towards an encore career is a fountain of joy that nourishes my spirit. I find solace in the stronghold of my support network, a testament to the healing power of human connection. Our perspective, the lens through which we view the world, can either exacerbate our pains or transform them into stepping stones toward growth.
Through these trying times, we must never forget the power of conversation, the potency of words spoken and heard. We must realize that reaching out to a professional for help isn’t a sign of weakness. Instead, it symbolizes strength and self-awareness, a testament to our resilience and determination to seek a healthier mind and a balanced life.
Despite the challenges, I believe in the promise of brighter days. Hope, in its most resilient form, has an uncanny way of emerging from the darkest nights. Until then, I hold fast to the conviction that every cloud has a silver lining, and every tear shed is a stepping stone toward healing.