About me:
I was a college drop out and working as a housekeeper.
I had a great relationship with my mother. She was my best friend, a hard working woman and an exceptional mother. I would do anything for her.
One day after getting home from work, I would do my usual routine. Check on my mom, give her a hug and share how my day went.
But that day, something felt different. Her eyes were filled with sadness. And I knew right away something was wrong.
I asked her: “What’s wrong? Are you ok?
She said: “Promise me you will be strong”
My heart sank. I had an idea what was happening.
To give you some context:
I grew up on the San Diego / Tijuana border, I was living life on a day to day basis.
My life felt like it had no meaning, I was lost, I had no clear goals and purpose.
I always had this hunch that I was meant for something bigger but what? My mom was my biggest supporter and always encouraged me to chase my interests and become the best at it.
The previous 3 months my mom was going through radiation and chemotherapy to cure her stage 2 cancer. At the end of the treatment the doctor said her cancer tumor got better and she would get regular check-ins every 6 months.
2 months later, her cancer returned as stage 3. It quickly spread to her lungs, heart and lymph nodes.
She got the news from the doctor moments before I arrived home. That was the reason why she was sad and wanted me to stay strong.
6 weeks later she was gone. We lost our beloved mother.
I was going through an existential crisis, I hated my job, and lost my biggest supporter.
What will I do with my life?
“Choose a job you love, and you will never have to work a day in your life”
Confucius