In a Family Way


This photo released by CMT shows the logo for the new reality television series, "My Dysfunctional Family," premiering on July 5, 2014, at 10:00-11:00 p.m. ET/PT, on CMT. (AP Photo/CMT)


If you think you own the patent to “Dysfunctional Family” then, get in line.


It would seem that every single family I know is a mess, but the mess is unique and “special”.


My sweet Scots-Irish lineage doesn’t contain one single banker, financial planner or attorney. Seems we let the debtors out of prisons and jumped on board the Mayflower. Money didn’t seem to be our concern, but helping people, feeling every moment of life and a ton of drama defined us. Teachers, musicians, police officers, social workers, nurses, designers, writers, and a pretty consistent line of lovable alcoholics are the apples on our family tree.


While some of y0u were screaming “independent thinkers”, others of you were following the rules. “You will go to Harvard. Our family has always gone to Harvard” kinds of rules. Or maybe, “An artist?! You will not be a ‘starving artist’.”


So, for the past however-many years, we have carried the dreams, attitudes and behaviors of our families perhaps without even knowing it. And now, as time passes we notice that those aches and pains that used to be from exercising too much never quite go away and we are given the gift of deciding what we want to do now that we are quite”grown up”. 


Some people, about 34% in fact, are fortunate enough to have the resources to “retire”. But the truth is, that having the IRA doesn’t necessarily mean happiness. Money is never the sole key to happiness. What makes us happy is moving ourselves toward a life with purpose, one that resonates with “this is who I am…finally!!”


How do we find our way to waking up in the morning and looking forward to life beyond our coffee? We discover who we once were, who we were born to be. We look at where life took us when we followed the family patterns. We find out what pieces of our true selves got left behind like articles of clothing dropped on the floor on our way through life, and we pick up the pieces of OUR lives.


Celebrate these years that remain. Show up as your true self. If you can’t remember who you are…it’s OK. I am here to help you rediscover that fabulous person and together we will map out a life of sheer joy.



1 Comment

  1. ExitAisle on August 31, 2015 at 6:55 am

    LOL – Sometime back I decided “dysfunctional family” is redundant. Happiness is a decision.

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