Disrupted

Maybe it was something small:  a broken appliance, a fussy child, a misunderstanding with a friend, an embarrassing comment.

Maybe it was something big:  a protracted illness, a loss of place, a betrayal, the death of a dream. . . or a loved one.

None of us get a disruption-free life. Early in life I approached life's interruptions with great resourcefulness (which sounds much nicer than control).  But by my  40s, chronic disruptions had worn me down.  I was morphing into an angry, cynical woman.  Can anyone relate?

Now in my 50s , I am trying to approach disruption differently.  Could unexpected interruptions actually shape me into a better person?   Perhaps disruption is more like a friend to be embraced than an enemy to battle. 

If you are hanging on for dear life or dreaming of an escape from your disruption-filled life, then perhaps my journey will encourage you. . . or at least let you know you are not alone.

Join me in learning how to navigate the unexpected and emerge as  joy-filled, people-loving, grace-giving women.