Until
recently, I relied strongly on other’s support or approval. Support demonstrated approval, for me. In order to leave my director’s position,
pursue my dream (Creative Beginning Steps), and return to college, I relied on
the support of my family, primarily my husband.
Without his support, I would still be in the classroom (which would have
been fine), wondering if I could handle returning to school at
my age. Many of my
family and friends (and acquaintances) had long lists of why-nots, and I knew that
financially my dream would put a tremendous burden on my family. However, my husband believed in me, and he
promised to be behind me 110%; the extra 10% provided the support that I
needed. Without his support, my life
would be very different today. I would
be in the classroom wondering many what-if’s.
Through this process, I learned to think independently, rather than rely
solely on the support of others.
The support
I receive from my husband, son, and friends are emotional support. Their support means the world to me. After my mom passed away, I relied on their
support in ways that I never imagined existed.
Their support gave me strength and continue to give me power to hold on to my
mom’s memories.
On a daily
basis, my schedule is such that, without the support of my husband (he sounds
pretty awesome, huh?), I would be a basket case. My husband is retired, and yet, he works
harder now than when he had his own business; how ironic! He works constantly with me in our business,
and he is a tremendous support around the house. I barely have time to work on workshops,
teach at the college, and finish my homework; there are not enough hours in the
day to cook, clean, and wash. Together,
we support each other, and these chores get done.
When we talk
about practical supports, I guess that my computer supports me a lot. It makes every aspect of my job a bit
easier. Being able to save information
and do research from home is a huge support to me. Although I love going to a library, I do not
know if I would have the time to physically go there a zillion times a week. I cannot imagine
having to present my workshops without the use of a PowerPoint.
My pool
supports me. Sounds strange, right? It’s true, though. When I get depressed or overwhelmed, I like
nothing more than jumping in the pool with a specific raft and floating. It makes everything wonderful again, and I
return to the house ready to conquer the world.
Our pool is relatively new to our home, but I cannot remember a time
when it was not here.
Supports are extremely important in my life, and
with all of the changes that I’ve made recently, I depend on them, and yet,
they give me the freedom to be me… and go after my dreams
