Every time I think I am ready to start talking about the next step of Theresa's Plan to Save the World, something pops up. Yesterday I was told some sad news about someone I have been judging quite a bit over the last few months. It really doesn’t matter what I was thinking and, I'm sad to admit, saying about this person—the only thing that matters is that I was judging.
Those two words, self-fulfilled, are beautiful together. That is what leads to a content life. You have to have a full life, not a fragmented one. I think the same applies to a mid-life crisis. One begins to wonder, What’s it all about Alfie? I am so happy I went through this in my younger years when I left the work field to be a full-time mom. That was a great gift—I just didn’t know it at the time.
Driving a car on a highway can be stressful. You leave the house with just enough time to get to your doctor’s appointment. Halfway there, you see brake lights everywhere. I would think most people have had this experience in one form or another. (Maybe you’re not in a car but on a subway, bus, or train having difficulties.) Everyone around is getting agitated. People are cutting in front of people, horns are blowing everywhere, and cars are starting to drive in the breakdown lane.
Theresa Contaxis 