Rewriting my story

Over 25 years ago a dear friend taught me to make Easter bread; it was her family tradition. She was my third grade teacher and became like a grandmother to my children after my own mom died.

With three little boys, I was devastated when my mom died, but,

the story does not end there.

This dear friend became like family to us. Today she makes Paska in her grandmother’s bowl, while I make Paska in my grandmother’s bowl.

Love always makes a way and changes hearts,

our lives and our stories.

We are not our story, though our history and losses shape us, they do not define us. I feel the sadness of missing loved ones at the holidays, but I can learn to balance my emotions with the story I tell myself.

“I am so grateful today, for memories of baking with my mom, for my grandmother’s bowl, for Paska, for Chucha and for my family.”

What are you grateful for today? Gratitude challenges our focus and shifts it to possibility.

Listen to the story you tell yourself about your sadness,

then interrupt it!

Read my book, Rejecting Fear, to learn how to hear and heal your thoughts, your story, and process your emotions to thrive in this new season. It is being released April 26th!