Editor’s note: Mika and Know Your Value want to hear about your life resets during the pandemic. Send your stories to Mika at: knowyourvalue@nbcuni.com.
Imagine how your life might be different if you knew with 100 percent certainty that there’s a silver lining behind the fun moments you’ve had these last few months, like when:
- You yelled at your son while he was in his Zoom school class AND his mic was on;
- You told it like it was and ended your friendship with you know who;
- You packed on the pounds from too much pizza or chocolate;
- You binge watched too many Netflix series;
- You fell in love with TikTok and all their videos about tiny microscopic bugs in strawberries, how to use a filter to spot ghosts in your house, and nonstop “I’m a Savage” Carol Baskin dance videos.
COVID-19 has been a real peach, right?!
Perhaps like me you have a family member who died from the novel coronavirus or you know someone who knows someone who died from the virus. Maybe you lost your job, the love of your life, your apartment, or your sanity?
But what if you and I are simply on what the great philosopher Joseph Campbell called, “The Hero’s Journey”? What if this moment in time is what he dubbed, “the call for adventure”?
Let me back up for a minute. Here’s what’s been going on in my life recently, maybe you can relate?
In February…
I ask my husband of 17 years for a divorce, we told our three sons, ages 5-15, and they all cried.
My heart broke.
In March…
I lost every one of the 2020 speaking contracts I was negotiating – all within four days. I’m a keynote and motivational speaker and the pandemic killed live events.
I felt punched in the stomach.
In April…
I was -$4,672.00 in my bank account and I dropped to my knees praying to God for a miracle. I made Him my best friend.
I felt powerless.
In May…
I don’t want to brag, but I think accidentally broke the Guinness Book of World Records for gaining the most amount of weight in the shortest amount of time: 104.7 pounds in five months.
I felt full of shame and embarrassment, so I stopped talking to friends and family. I was imploding.
In June…
I had to pull my two youngest sons out of their private schools for the 2020-2021 school year. Plus, the cold-hearted murder of George Floyd linked somehow in my body all the other evil I’ve witnesses over the years, like 9/11.
I think I had a mental breakdown on a Facebook Live, and by think, I mean I did!
In July…
I had to borrow money from my 75-year-old dad to pay my mortgage. And my dad’s uncle, who was 92, died of the novel coronavirus within a week of getting it.
I was scared.
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In August…
I had my car repossessed at 10:35 p.m. one night while my kids and I were sound asleep. I had to reluctantly sell my dream camper in Maine to pay for the car and the health insurance for my sons, ex-husband-to-be and me.
I felt empty and dead inside.
But by September…
Everything began to turn around and I believed I could make a comeback. I thought of the lyrics in Danny Gokey’s hit song, “The Comeback”:
After a season of night falls and push backs
After the heartache of wrong turns and sidetracks
Just when they think they’ve got you game set match
Here comes the comeback
Just cause you lay low got up slow unsteady
Don’t mean you blacked out or bought out you’re ready









