Today, February 22, 2012, starts my next chapter. Actually, it’s February 23rd and I tried to post this yesterday but blog kept thinking and thinking and it just stopped.
Okay, back to topic. I’ve started my new chapter. No pictures of exotic locations or breathtaking scenes from other countries like in Eat Pray Love. Though it might spark more interest and make me a New York Times bestselling author like Elizabeth Gilbert, such is not what this journey is about. It’s about rediscovery. It’s about honoring your authentic heart. It’s about doing what you have to do because you simply have to. Maybe that’s why my first day assumed a posture of stillness. I rolled to the edge of my bed, raised my blinds and watched the sunrise. Snapping pictures of the rust colored hue setting itself apart from the rest of the sky announcing that the sun was rising until the sun rose big and bright above the trees, I marveled at the grandness of the moment. I’ve seen the same trees and blades of grass for a while now but there was something different today. There was a quiet grace to it, statuesque and reverent.
This theme has been the backdrop for my entire day. I could hardly wait to get outside the house and breathe in the air outdoors. There is something about the feeling of the sun on my face and arms and the breeze gently caressing me that I absolutely adore. Granted, I get the jitters when a bug flies by my head or an insect crawls out of grass, so I’m not a hands-on type. Rather, I’m a stand-in-awe-of-it lover of nature. Something about the trees reaching majestically towards the sky and puffy clouds floating ever so slowly overhead that brings me such comfort and a sense of calm.
It was out of this restful state that I wrote some ground rules for this new adventure with God. I call it rules for the journey. First, I will not do anything that the truest part of me doesn’t want to do. This month is completely and purely about honoring my authentic soul. No apologies to anyone. Second, I will attend to my health. Whether it’s eating early enough that I don’t suffer heartburn and reflux during the night or participating in some type of fitness, I will up my game on self care. I’ve been quite sedentary for a while. A desk job will do that to you. I can’t put all the blame on that though. To be honest, I haven’t felt much like moving since Lawrence died. I do have bursts of energy; but for the most part, I’ve felt little motivation. If it doesn’t change soon, I’m gonna see if there is something medical happening. At my age, it’s hard to know whether it’s perimenopausal, residual grief or some warning that something more serious is happening. In the meantime, however, it’s time to get moving. My Wise Self requires it. I began today by walking for 20 minutes in the park. I also went to an onsite community center and got a schedule of events. I found that for just $5 per session, I can Hip Hop dance or take a Zumba class; and for $2 a day, I can enjoy the exercise equipment in the fitness room. Sweet!
Though my day has been very good, I am concerned about the fatigue I’ve been feeling. I have periods of tiredness that come from nowhere. With so much in the news about women and heart attack symptoms, I think I’ll make an appointment with my doctor. In addition, I had an interesting anxiety experience. While I sat in the car, staring out my window, I felt fine. But when I thought of getting out of the car to take a short walk, I felt hesitation. That’s soooo strange. I LOVE walking. Nonetheless, I had to talk myself into getting out the car and going for a walk. I don’t understand that. As easy as that should have been, it felt like a magnet was holding me inside the car. Normally, I don’t feel that type of anxiety unless I’m about to spend money. Might not have been related but it sure felt the same. In abject defiance, I flung open that car door and willed my legs to move and body to follow. Once I got moving, I was okay.
Today only reinforced what I believe this month is all about. It’s about de-stressing. It’s about giving myself permission to enjoy life and to throw caution to the wind. I have heard that with age there is a sense of your world getting smaller. I don’t want that to happen to me. I want to see life as full of possibilities. I don’t want that to change no matter how long I am blessed to live. I want to love without fear, stay active and color outside the lines. It’s about living. It’s about thriving. And though it’s probably insignificant to anybody other than me and God, it truly is a walk of faith. Faith that God doesn’t just forgive sins but beckons us to walk on water, to defy the odds, to silence the naysayers most times inside my own head. I believe that’s part of a life well lived. While doing my usual morning email check, I came upon a website that asked that I describe my life in 6 words. I wrote, “surviving no more, thriving no less.” What a fitting title for this next chapter of my life! And so it is.
