My mother was of the belief that anything new took 12 weeks to get used to. To own. To be confident enough in your own abilities.
Come home with an infant? Twelve weeks and you'll be golden. Exhausted. But golden.
New job? Twelve weeks and you'll get the hang of it and can fake your way through what you don't quite know.
New friendships? New relationships? New living arrangements? Twelve weeks was the magic number.
On the day my mom died I got a message from someone asking for a reading. In the time since her death I have received a number of requests for readings. I wasn't up for it. I didn't have it in me quite yet.
When Jane and I finished our Florida to NY road trip I dumped an awful lot of stuff from my moms house into my reading room. My sacred space was now filled with more treasures from my moms sacred space. And a whole lot of non treasures. I would walk into the room, look at it and s-l-o-w-l-y back out.
My friend Claire suggested I get in touch with Jessica. You all know Jessica from our combined readings which have been on hiatus since I was bouncing back and forth from NY to FL along with other life issues. (They're coming back. That's another post!) ANYWAY, I made an appointment to see Jessica on 7/10. I crossed it off my list and put in on my calendar.
Last week I started to clear the reading room. I put away what needed to be put away. I organized a few things. I thought to myself, "Look at you finally attacking this stuff."
Then I was nudged to look at a calendar. To see what was making me feel motivated. Friday, July 14 will be twelve weeks since my mom died. OF COURSE IT IS. I am easing into the new normal without my mom on the other end of the phone.
In case you're curious, Jessica did connect with my mom - she's great. Would you have expected anything else?
SO, the moral of this post is that 12 weeks is the golden ticket. At least for me. For you, it may be shorter, it may be longer, but I can certainly say I felt the difference.