Dear Goddess: When your children are fledgling adults and make choices you can see are clearly stupid, how do you find the balance between fear and anxiety over their choices and letting them make their own mistakes?
I am the Goddess of death and rebirth, of destruction and transformation.
You stand here today, a product of your greatest mistakes and your biggest triumphs. You overcame adversity and surmounted obstacles placed in your path. You are stronger because of your experiences. You have gained wisdom and insight. You have lived and you have learned. You would not be the person you are today had you not struggled and fell. Trust that you have guided your children well, that throughout the turmoil, they will know they can turn to you. Be there, stand by their side, but let them falter. They will grow and become stronger because of it. The watching will not get easier, but hold fast to your faith that all will work itself out—that one day, despite your worries, they will forge their own paths and make you proud.
Dear Goddess…I’m at the end of an insanely chaotic week. How do I decompress?
I am the Goddess of music and medicine. Stress is manageable in small doses, but leaving it behind and letting it slough off is essential to your health. Play your favourite music, turn it up. Grab some ambrosia, or wine, and surround yourself with family and friends. Let the distractions go. It’s too easy to get pulled back into chaos. Keep that computer turned off. Focus on what’s important. Don’t lose sight of your priorities and stay present in the moment. Make it a night of quality not quantity, of love and laughter, not Facebook.
I made a turkey and survived. I started cooking at 12:00pm and finished cleaning at 11:00pm. After careful consideration, while the meal was healthful: Caesar salad, turkey with wine gravy, roasted new potatoes, roasted asparagus, and sautéed brussels sprouts, I think I will revert to my lazy habits and load the family in the car and head out for Chinese Food—a delightful pastime we enjoyed two years in a row. There is no muss, no fuss, someone else is cooking, and someone else is cleaning.
Unless Christmas is like childbirth and I forget next December just how much effort and money and stress was involved, on December 25, 2015, I will be chasing my eggrolls down with a joyful, stress-free cup of green tea! 😉 xo