I moved from Greece to England when I was 18 years old. My english was ok but certainly not fluent in writing or speaking. And I was attempting to get into college. It took me three years to pass the exams and get language fluency. And because of that everyone else in my classes, in my dorms and in my everyday college experience were 3 years younger than me. I used to hide my age. When everyone was turning 21 I was turning 24. I was always 3 years late. Also, always older than all the boys I knew. And no matter what I did, how hard I worked that ‘3 year later than everyone else’ feeling was always there. Then for a few years that feeling was gone, I had moved to the US, started my own family and things started to feel ‘normal.’ Then he was diagnosed with late stage cancer and died, and I lost a whole decade. I nearly lost all of my 30s. I was 30 when he was diagnosed. We battled the cancer every day for years. I was 34 when he died. And I battled devastating grief for years. 38 when I started to get back on my feet again. This woman had never been here before. I believed for the first time that I could be a builder, a founder, an author, someone who had something to say to the world. But that old voice in my head came back running. But aren’t you really behind? Like at least 10 years too late for anything of this magnitude. You are about to be 40 soon and you want to start from scratch? Yes I do. The faint voice of the new woman would say. No you don’t. The loud speaker kind of voice would respond back. And it went like this for the first few years. The battle of the voices. I have been quieting the voice of ‘you are late to the party’ for most of my life now. I am now 46 years old and I finally learned something that I did not know my whole life. And it’s not it is never too late. But it is arrive late, and leave early. In the last 8 years I have lived many lives in one. I have done work that it takes people lifetimes to do. And I know that if I was not late to the party I could have never ever become this version of me. Now I look at my life very differently. As long as my hands can type, my eyes can see and my brain can guide me I will be creating until I die. Later than everyone else. Behind. With a language that arrived in my life also late. But I will always have an advantage, I experienced tragedy sooner than everyone else. And received the wisdom of it at least a decade or two before most people. The combination of being late with wisdom that comes from tragedy you can almost step outside of time and space and create from there. Time is irrelevant to people like you and I. However late to the party you feel, know that the wisdom you have because of your loss adds time to your clock. (Click Here to Tweet!) Infinite amounts. You are early. And always will be. Here’s to creating until our last breath. With being very late and proud of it, Christina P.S. Order the Where Did You Go? book here: https://www.amazon.com/Where-Did-You-Go-Life-Changing/dp/0062689622
Read MoreWhat if you can talk to your child. Your husband. Your wife. Your father. Your mother. Your friend, even after their passing. What if that’s what we are supposed to do. What if they want us to do that. What if they can hear us. What if they can talk to us? But not unless we are willing to believe that it is possible. You see they want us to talk to them. Visit with them. Our world is hesitant to deeply believe it. But I am asking you to. My new book will be asking you to. I am also going to ask that you also send them signs instead of just them sending signs to you. I know right? People always ask have you had any signs? What about. Have you sent signs to them? When was the last time you spoke to them? We got a new puppy last week, and my daughter and I went to pick out a new collar for her at the pet store. As we were at the collar isle, a store employee came over to ask us if we needed help. And do you know what his name tag said? My husband’s name. Which is very rare as he was Danish. Bjarne. We hadn’t come across his name in 12 years and there it was as we were about to go pick up the new puppy. Look for your person, they are always there trying to get your attention. And don’t forget to signal back to them. Love travels outside of the physical barriers of our reality. It is a part of a bigger universe than the one we can see. (Click Here to Tweet!) And if you want to see the people you lost...close your eyes. With signs and eyes closed, Christina P.S. Order the Where Did You Go? book here: https://www.amazon.com/Where-Did-You-Go-Life-Changing/dp/0062689622
Read MoreI was taken aback. Stopped in my tracks. I was about to climb again just like I normally do every day. And that’s when I saw it. The summit. The top of my mountain. I froze. I sat there. There was no hill to climb. Just sky. I didn’t know what to do with the sky. What was I to do? When I crawled in 2006, it took me a long time to get up. When I got up it took me a long time to walk. When I walked it took forever to run. And when the climbing came, I climbed for a whole decade. Climbed every day for so many years. Until now. I had reached a summit and climbing wouldn’t do. I was so scared that I went back to crawling. Crawling in circles. I was begging the universe, I was begging God to let me just climb my way to this next chapter of my life also. But it wasn’t working. This was no longer Life Reentry which I knew how to do really well. This was ENTRY. This place I am about to go to I had never ever been before. And all of my ways of living, thriving, being is not going to do. I truly have to learn how to fly now. You see when we keep going against all odds and we keep creating a big life we will all get to a summit, and we will be asked to fly. I have always wanted to get to this place, the mountain top. The place with the views. I dreamed of it. I even bought a house with a view of a mountain top. I have looked at it. Gazed at it. And climbed towards it every day. Now what am I to do? Fly? Fly to where? The sky? And as I am writing this, I feel the sky saying to me. We have all been waiting for you. Fly and the sky will hold you. Fly and we will fly with you. Fly and the world will fly next to you. (Click Here to Tweet!) Here’s to your mountain top, your wings and your first flight my dear friend. And remember if you are in the crawling phase always look for the mountain-top when you close your eyes. With skies ahead, Christina PS. You can now order my new book, my sky. My wings. Amazon link: https://www.amazon.com/Where-Did-You-Go-Life-Changing/dp/0062689622/ Masterclass, audio sounds, notes and book: www.wheredidyougobook.com
Read MoreIt comes in like a lullaby. Quiet at first but so melodical that you recognize it. It calms you down and it gets you through another day. It almost feels like it is coming from really far away, from a different place. Outside of earth. I am talking about Hope. The most precious feeling especially for those of us who have been struck by loss. For every person who feels the burden of grief. For every kid, adult, mother, father, sister, brother, friend. For everyone who has lost the sound of the lullaby. I am here to tell you that it is still with you. Hope is a part of our hardest days. Even when nothing is left, and we feel like we have no more guts, courage or even strength to keep going we find Hope still there. I think God is Hope. I think the Universe is Hope. I think knowing where we come from and where we are heading is Hope. Knowing what we are made of is Hope. And you are made of something divine. (Click Here to Tweet!) Something so intelligent. Hope is part of that intelligence and outwardly experience. If you are having a hard day, week, month, year I am going to ask you to remember that we were made to feel hope in our darkest moments. We hear the lullaby in the dark. On the ground. With nobody there to take care of us. With no money. No plan B. That is when Hope will come and play her melody. Only then. And when Hope isn’t there anymore, it means that whatever is taking place we are able to get ourselves through. I just wanted to write about Hope today, it’s September. It’s a busy time. It’s the fall. It’s a lot of things. I know you may be on your knees. And I hope this letter finds you when you need it the most. With so much hope for every dark moment, Christina
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