I’ve been marinating in new experiences. (Meri-nating?) My life is full of the unknown, which in and of itself isn't anything new...but for the first time in a long time, the unknown has become a thrilling prospect.
I’m not unsure anymore.
I think part of that has to do with finally making decisions, and another part is the fact that the unknown isn’t new anymore. Each day I’m stepping further into it, gleaning familiarity with the landscape.
It stands to reason that the unknown isn’t unknown when it is more known.
(I’m good writer.)
Take out a pencil/pen/crayon/charcoal briquette…and write your full name...with your left hand. (Or with your right hand if your dominate hand is the left.)
Ok, I know most of you didn’t do it. I'm super sad about it, but you can keep reading...just imagine that you did. What did it feel like? Can you describe what the writing process felt like with your non-dominate hand?
Now think of yourself when you were faced with a new diagnosis. Do these words fit? How about starting a new job? Maybe you were just divorced? How about meeting someone important for the first time? A job interview?
All of those words are typical of the unknown. Thankfully, as time passes, the unknown goes from shaky to stable. From uncomfortable to comfortable. From awkward to ease. From harder to easier. From slow to a steadier pace. From painful to enjoyable. From silly to amusing. From Different to normal. From regressed to progress. From frustrating to encouraging. From forced to natural. We don't feel so clumsy after time...in fact we begin to feel sure footed.
The combined components of time and the journey find us relaxing despite our fears and worries. We look back and see how far we come, and confidence creeps in. “If I made it so far, certainly I can make it so far more.”
I’m thankful the hardest is behind me. I’m thankful I can stop looking at my feet, concentrating on every step and begin moving forward with my eyes on the future.
I feel like I’ve written my name with my left hand a million times since I lost Ryan. It has taken time, but I’ve finally become accustomed to the new way.
Moving forward into the unknown feels natural to me now. Any anxiety I have is melting away, revealing a core of sureness. The unknown used to be a bed of nails, and now it seems to be more of a comfy couch.
I’m excited about my future.
Every step into it has reaffirmed that everything will in fact, be ok.
I’ve been saying it’s all going to be ok for so long, it’s been my mantra repeated over and over and over again...
I don’t have to convince myself anymore.
I don't have to fake it 'till I make it...
I've made it.