Going Home, a Shady Viennese Hostel, and Your "True North" Brilliance
As a kid, I stored up a lot of credits with God. Every Christmas Eve (and various other times of the year), I’d attend both Catholic mass and Lutheran church. Often providing special music (hat tip to all those “sounds advanced but is basically just a bunch of arpeggios” Lorie Line arrangements).
I used to wonder, “Will these credits get me a year of massages?”
These days, I’m less transactional about spiritual pursuits. (Though a 90-minute massage would be nice if you’re reading, Mom.)
While “going home for the holidays” might still involve singing at Dad’s church (shout out to Sarah McLachlan holiday arrangements), I’ve taken a different route in recent years: going home is about my way home to myself…to my true north.
Amid the season of over-indulgence and exhaustion, I wonder, : What if we all approached going home as a realignment with our inner core?
This notion of true north has me reflecting on all the times (uh, most of my life?) where I betrayed my inner knowingness. It reminded me of the situations I landed in as a result of those choices. Like that one really shady hostel in Vienna with a haunting, completely dark entrance to a small-ish single room where 10 other people slept in bunks stacked three high, as I attempted to sleep on a bottom-bunk mattress that reeked of urine, while 4 drunken Dutch men peed out the fourth-story window when they returned home at 4:00am.
This true north reflection also highlighted my wondrous journey of homecoming in 2018. I was absolutely meant to serve as a yeasayer for midlifers who are ready to live what matters. Here's what a recent client had to say:
Working with Meghan has been transformative to my wellbeing. Each resource she provides is perfectly tailored to my needs, and gives me tools I can use over and over again as I move forward...It's clear to me that Meghan looks at people as a collection of strengths and skills, and as a result, each session lifted me up--no matter how many roadblocks I perceived to be in my way...I'm so glad I worked with her, and I recommend it to anyone dedicated to enjoying their lives to the fullest!
For my final message of the year, I’m reminding you of your brilliance. Going home for the holidays is—in part, if not at its best—a reroute to your most powerful, open-hearted, creative, brave, and loving self.
Thanks for being a part of my beautiful year. It was a year full of shifts and turns—some breathtaking, some painstaking. Each played a role in reinforcing the tools that remind me that I’ve got this...and SO DO YOU! Cheers to your homecoming, my friend.
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