This morning, I had an epiphany as I drank my latte (mmm – gotta’ love my nespresso). Looking at a picture on my desk taken 15 years ago– our family holiday photo — I saw a woman with a prednisone moon face, looking tired and frail. I had two kids in elementary school, was 43, and horribly sick. I had just quit my job.
The epiphany? Chronic illness, especially autoimmune diseases, often occurs between ages 25 – 45. It blindsides us when we’re hitting our professional and personal stride, when we’re rockin’ & rollin’ in high “GO” mode. Now, in my 50’s, there’s less push, less frenzy.
This week I started working with 2 new clients (male and female), both in their late 30’s and pretty disabled with chronic illness. They’re each desperately trying to keep their jobs … and find a way to make this work again.
The best I can do is to throw an oar and guide so they can learn to use a different stroke.