Did I want to unload my life? Give up many of the things that tie me down, and wind me up?
Maybe you’re imagining a Someday which doesn’t make you feel the above – or any of it. Maybe your Someday is not the kind to make you jump out of your bed in the morning, but the kind that gives you the will to get through another day. Maybe your Someday is your last shot at happiness, or health. It may not be much but just enough to keep you going.
But we all have that one battle in our fairytale-like Someday stories, and we all know it as the infamous reality check.
In a world obsessed with physical results, these subtleties of help and support, so nuanced and delicate, had escaped my awareness.
The First Day is, of course, about beginnings. It’s about starting fresh and starting new. It’s about seeing each day as an opportunity, a chance for beauty and love and wholeness and growth.
Letting go gives us freedom….
Perhaps in this new year, I can resolve to be open to what follows, to where another chapter leads.
It’s of no use to look back….
Differing views and values, past grievances and loss, can strain the best of us. It’s no wonder that some people stay estranged rather than try to understand, or to forgive. In the end, people can only decide this for themselves.
As I returned this week and picked up where I’d left off at home, I realized that the dichotomous nature of my life on the road is mirrored elsewhere. I feel caught between two selves – the capable and more present one needed by my aging parents, and the increasingly separate and less capable one in my kids’ worlds, especially their digital ones.
If thousands of these wondrous flowers could be their perfect selves, there was hope for a broken twelve-year-old girl.