Our lives go along, we have jobs, kids, pets, issues, dreams, problems, hobbies, and goals.
Then one day something happens and nothing is ever the same.
It could be an illness, an accident, a promotion, a marriage, a financial crisis, a death or another life changing event.
Can anyone really prepare for the unexpected?
Even when the inevitable is closing in on us, we find ourselves unwilling or unable to cope.
Our emotions are raw and painful; guilt kicks in; we grieve for what we lost, wishing that it is a bad dream, or we refuse to accept our circumstances, and find a temporary escape.
Time and life go on, in spite of reality.
I have had several of those “days” in my life.
I’m sure you have too.
Somehow we find a way out, to reinvent ourselves, to accept our loss, and to find purpose, out of our old comfort zone and begin to accept the new normalcy.
We humans are resilient, but fragile.
It would be easy to give up, to hang on to the past.
When that day comes in your life, give yourself time to grieve, but not forever.
Life is a gift.
A temporary gift, a fleeting gift, and the greatest gift of all, if you have the courage to accept change, and the strength to find a new path, when all else seems lost.
Wolf
Ying and Yang
How can a day be so beautiful while the deadly virus continues to grow?
An absolutely picture perfect day, with sunshine, blue skies, and a light breeze. A great day to relax with a book on the deck, knowing full well that I had a list of things to do that would not get done, at least not today.
It is the best of times and the worst of times, with the same question day after day: How long will this last?
I feel I am retreating again, into myself; that same old behavior that has been problematic in the past for me. I just want to be alone, to rest and to think, hoping that these feelings will pass, before I give in to the dark side of my personality.
I remember feeling this way when the Gulf War started in 1990. And when New York suffered the terrorist attacks on 911. And again, in 1983, when my father and my husband died. I had no control over any of these events, just as I have no control over Covid.
When I attempt to intellectualize what the problem is, my thoughts lead me to believe that I am grieving, for the losses in my life. My heart goes in another direction and throws me into a state of depression.
Grief is real. I can’t ignore it. I will live through the process, once again, taking my time to finally accept reality, like it or not.
To live fully, we must be willing to embrace sadness as well as happiness. For every thing there is a season.
Stay safe today.
Love and peace,
Wolf
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