Thankfully, it turned out that it wasn’t my heart, but no matter the source of the pain – my body was telling me something.
I had not been living – I had been surviving. BARELY surviving, to be more accurate.
While I had been seeing success and fulfillment in my work’s outcomes, it stopped there. My personal life was a mess. I was divorced, a workaholic, seeking anxiety medicine just to cope with running a law office, and also trying to juggle all the responsibilities of being a single mom.
It was the wakeup call I needed to put me on a better path: A path for answers. A path for fulfillment. A path to a better life.
One of the simplest, yet most impactful, steps I took on that path was to begin a meditation practice.
The results? To put it simply: Everything changed.