 It is September already. Somehow, we survived the summer. 11 weeks of cramming, racing, barreling through -- the result of me being in school full-time while Nova was out for the summer -- nearly did me in. Thank goodness for Moms, and Tonys, and Aunties, without whom I could not have succeeded. One summer down, one more to go.
It’s taken me the entire past month to decompress, to find a new calm. But just this week I caught myself singing a tune in the car on the way to class, tapping to the beat while waiting for the light to change. It’s amazing how these little things can bring joy in the most mundane of moments. I delighted at my ability to sing again, to feel music in my body, to feel joy without cause. This in stark contrast to the hyper-focused, muscles-clenched, don’t-let-things-fall-apart mentality that I adopted to survive the summer. It wasn’t by choice (necessarily), but it was my default. I kept dreaming of ways to do things differently, to be differently, but my patterns got the best of me. Do, Achieve, Work, Stress, Push, Worry, Repeat. I let relationships fall to the wayside. I abandoned self-care. My need to get every little thing just right, to have all the pieces securely locked into place, to outperform, to prove something, to achieve competence, and to also be loved by my daughter -- meant that there was nothing left for me, or anyone else. About halfway through, I felt rather lonely. I wasn’t the person I wanted to be, and this affected my ability to authentically connect with the people I love. I was running a rat race that I had created, and I was running it alone. Sitting here, on the other side, in a quiet house with my thoughts and a laptop, I ask: Why do we do this? Where is the joy in pushing ourselves to the limit? Why are we constantly competing, even when nobody’s watching? Here is what I know: When I die, I will not care about the accolades, or who I was able to impress, or even how successful my ventures were. I will care about the people I loved, whether I loved them well enough, whether they knew it, and felt it. I will not care about how hard I worked but rather what and whom I worked hard for, that it was meaningful, and resonant. I will wish that I hadn’t depleted myself as many times as I did, to achieve a false sense of security. And I will be incredibly grateful to those who stood by me while I learned this lesson, perhaps more than once, because they are the only reason I care about this life after all. Our people are everything. Life is a constant barrage of trials and errors. We will not do many things right, but we can use the gift of hindsight to do it better next time. Never perfect -- just better.  Lately, I’ve been feeling homesick. Homesick for my coastline state. Homesick for my people. For the feeling of connection to something greater, and the feeling of connection to my Self. I always saw leaving California as a running towards instead of a running away, but it was not without some form of abandonment. I did, in fact, flee. I fled rather quickly.
I also stopped writing. I stopped talking to George in the same way. The change of environment spawned a new kind of mission: explore, expand, learn, go forth. But to grow, you must also nourish your roots. That which feeds you on a soul level cannot be pushed aside. For the past 12 months I’ve been doing a lot, making big changes, learning new things, striving to become. I have rarely stopped to reflect, to sit in quiet stillness and ask myself: is this who I want to be?  One year ago this January 1, from the mountains of Colorado, I made the decision to move to Denver. What began as our annual family Christmas vacation resulted in a major life transformation -- easily one of the most dramatic decisions I’ve ever made -- landing me, my 2-year old daughter, and a trailer full of boxes in the place we now call home. I couldn’t have known then, that Nova would get a spot at our neighborhood’s full-time preschool in the fall. I couldn’t have known that this would afford me the opportunity to resume school and finish my degree in Chinese medicine and acupuncture. I couldn’t have known that I would fall in love with a man and experience the depth of connection* that had vanished from my life years ago. I knew only that there was a home waiting for us in Denver, and that despite the 18 years of roots laid in the Bay Area, it was time for me to move forward, plant new roots, begin again.  It’s been awhile, friends. I’ll admit I’ve been in hiding, purposefully holding back, absorbed in the swirl of my new life and uncertain how or whether to share it all. There is the one part of me that wants to write: “Guess what guys, I’m in love!” And the other part that wants to keep it all to myself for just a little longer. It feels scary to announce something so bold, so soon. I’m not sure how to explain it all. But It also feels true. And truth is where I like to be. So guess what, guys? I’m in love.  One hour ago, my entire life changed. I took my girl to school, and came home alone. From this day forward we will live by the school year, and the school bell, and for the first time since her birth we will begin leading separate lives. I will not know what happens in her day. She will not know what happens in mine.
This feels monumental. I am shaking with exhilaration, a heart full of gratitude and pride, a mind in disbelief that this day has finally come. I no longer have a baby. I have a heart-strong, tough-minded, independent child who barely looked up from her artwork when I left her at school today, a girl whose joyful spirit would never lead you to believe that her first years were steeped in heartbreak. Somehow, we made it through. We made something beautiful out of something tragic. As I take in my surroundings at the kitchen table this morning, gazing through our living room to the park outside, the sun streaming through the windows, soon to disappear beneath the shadow of the moon, I am struck by the multitude of turns my life has taken since George left our earth. Little by little, the decisions I’ve made for my family have culminated in this moment, in this home, in this new beginning that is no longer filled with hope, but with certainty. I am where I want to be. We win. |
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