In the early 1990s, Mother Theresa traveled to New York City. She was committed to opening a new Mission for patients dying of AIDS. The people able to help her could only find a location far away in West Chester; Mother Theresa knew that it would be better for Manhattan's victims of AIDS to live closer to friends and family, so she sought until she found an empty property in the West Village that was perfect.
Mother Theresa called a young woman she knew to pick her up and take her to see the Mayor of New York City at the time, David Dinkins. Mother Theresa arrived at Mayor Dinkins office without an appointment, causing, as you can imagine, an incredible flurry of activity and excitement among the Mayor and his staff.
Once Mother Theresa had been ushered into Mayor Dinkins office, she explained the situation: she knew of a place that the city owned in the Village that would be perfect for her mission of mercy for AIDS patients. Mayor Dinkins sputtered and hemmed and hawed, pointing out that he, personally, didn't own that property and that it would be very difficult to transfer the property to her and it would take quite a bit of time. So Mother Theresa said, "It's okay; I'll wait." And she sat down and asked the young woman she'd arrived with to pray with her.
Mayor Dinkins handed the keys to Mother Theresa in under two hours.
I heard this story this weekend and it just really resonated with me. The determination, strength, patience, faith, and – I'll say it – expert manipulation skills of Mother Theresa is inspiring to me.
During the last two years, as the economy stagnated and my work slowly dried up, I knew that it was important for me to keep going on the path I was choosing for myself. Even though the path was rocky, scary, and often terrifying – I really hated those weeks when we weren't sure we would be able to buy groceries – I am so fucking glad that I stuck with it.
In recovery you often hear "Don't quit five minutes before the miracle happens." I knew, as hard as it was this last year, that if I quit – if I left my hopes and dreams in the dust – I would regret it for the rest of my life.
So I stuck with it, against all the odds, and the way things have turned around is just blowing my mind. Not only do I have a great new job that I love, but I'm starting a new project soon that I'm crazy excited about, and I get phone calls with new opportunities every week. Yesterday I actually had a man that is trying to hire me say, "I'm persistent, and I want you, because you are the best at what you do."
It's a long way from where we were a year ago.
I am so grateful that I stuck it out.
My little spot on the web here is going to be going through some changes.
I'm moving from this home to a different blogging platform, one that is more appropriate for my needs (don't worry, it will still be Uppercasewoman.com) so it will look different. I'll be adding in more categories and changing up the focus of some of my writing, so it will feel different too.
I've become a professional blogger. Yep. I'm a full time blogger, social media consultant, and I need a website that reflects what I do. So changes are a-coming, and I really, really hope you'll stick with me.
Don't quit me yet, folks. We've shared a lot of miracles together already; let's see what's coming next.