Starting Over Again

​Have you ever worked very hard only to lose everything that you’ve worked for and to start all over again?  I have.

Years ago, I had invested a lot of my time and energy into building a chiropractic practice from scratch.  I had made it a central focus in my life and as such, gave up time with my family, friends, hobbies and travelling….all things I loved to do and am passionate about.  Then one day, it all disappeared in one fell swoop.   I lost it all and I was in shock.  

I spent a week moping and wondering how I got myself into this situation and generally feeling sorry for myself.  

At the same time, I reached out and reconnected with friends and family and found out how much I had missed them.  I had pushed them aside for business and in the end, they saved me.  They picked me up, brushed me off and sent me back out into the world.

Within 1 month, I had found a new home for my practice, at the Hampton Wellness Centre and I’ve been here happily since.  I had the opportunity to re-start my practice but this time with new protoiries.  I took my first vacation in 5 years and went to visit my family in Malaysia to rediscover who I was.  I started to read again, exercise and spent time with friends.  I even picked up meditation.

Sometimes, unexpected blessings occur.  It might not seem that way at the time, but afterwards, I am grateful it happened.  Starting over again is an opportunity.  It allows you to examine your current life to see if it’s on track with who you are.  If it isn’t, you get the chance to correct.  

Fully feel all the unexpected blessings that come your way and remember to enjoy the journey.

Below is a poem that helped me get through the tough times.

If by Ruyand Kipling

If you can keep your head when all about you   
    Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,   
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
    But make allowance for their doubting too;   
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
    Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,
    And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;   
    If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim;   
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
    And treat those two impostors just the same;   
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
    Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
    And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
    And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
    And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
    To serve your turn long after they are gone,   
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
    Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,   
    Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
    If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
    With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,   
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,   
    And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!

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