Glenda Gibbs, Integrative Coaching & Counseling, Transformational Teacher, Facilitator

Driving down the road with your eyes on the rear

view mirror…

Imagine being in your car, just driving down the road. Instead of looking

at what’s in front of you, your eyes

are on the rear

view mirror. Scary

thought, huh!

Yet we do it. Sometimes, no most of the time, we do it without even

realizing it. Memories are a composite

of the yesterdays. The impact

of living in our history can be a wreck waiting to happen, let me give

you an

example:

My mother had divorced my older sibling’s father and while most people

heal, my mother was enraged. Her

anger and bitterness spewed over,

casting my perception of this man to be a monster. In fact, he didn’t

have

a name other than profanity that she repeated consistently. I was a

teenager before I learned his ‘real’

name was Frank.

Mom went to her grave with her bitterness. She viewed the world thru

her lens of distrust and anger. She

wasn’t able to forgive and move on.

She was stuck. She wasn’t able to enjoy life, dabble in adventure and

appreciate those who loved her, though to her friends and co-workers

said she was a good woman. She

had a great front.

As I carried my mother’s torch, my life was one crisis after another. I

pin-pointed faults and judged

unmercifully. I attracted men who triggered

my anger – not consciously of course. My mother was right –

men were

jerks!

Somewhere within me I knew life had to be better than what I was

experiencing. God knows I did the best I

knew to do yet it seemed like I

was running in place. I couldn’t live life the way my mother had. Although

mother had refused therapy, it was the beginning of change for me.

Just a story ...

Ponderings...