Sigh. I spose I should be shouting with glee from the rooftops, and yet I’m disappointed in a way. That’s the difference between toxic positivity and authentic happiness. The earlier version of my thinking would have defaulted to pretending it’s all good in the hood. All is well. Everything happens for a reason. Suck it up, Buttercup!
And as I’m being honest with myself everyday now, that is the truth. See, I reeeeeeally want to hold a training retreat for six new chapter owners and their +1 in March. I want to support local self care vendors with a weekend filled with their specialized services. I wanted to bask in the high vibes of new business ownership, sharing my wisdom and my folly with new blood. I was lying awake at night, dreaming of my messages all weekend, and savoring my self care experience with a dozen new pals all with a likeminded approach to life.
I’ve been grieving this delay for yet another year. I was trying to launch this in 2021, and my health, together with the collective world, wasn’t ready for it yet. I feel robbed yet again by this pandemic that has already taken so much from me. I’m flat out pissed at it, if I’m honest, and I know I’m not alone.
So I did what I know to be healthy and true, and I let myself be disappointed. I shared my disappointment with my vendors, my friends, and my followers. I cried and slammed my hands around a bit when I realized that nothing could be done that would be safe or legal, so it was time to grieve and get back to Plan B. Here it is!
Instead of opening ground chapters of Superpower School, I’m starting a virtual chapter with classes three times a week. I can still teach the vital lessons we need, and I’ll figure out how to make it fun and meaningful without needing a brick and mortar space to pull it all together. It’ll be great. It’ll be easier. I can see it now. People can attend wherever they are, and if they want, they can participate all three times each week to really hone that lesson’s skillset if they so desire.
All will be well. And I’m not done grieving yet. I’m still disappointed as all get out. I’m still frustrated. I’m still moving forward. That’s the difference between toxic positivity and authentic happiness. I have a learning curve that can’t be beat, and it’s all good in the hood.