Another new year! I’m happy to be here to experience it, but it makes me realize how fast time goes by as we age and how I haven’t done all I thought I’d do by now. Some dreams seem impossible now that I’ve passed the half century mark. Among
many unaccomplished goals, I haven’t signed into the blog account for two years.
The last time I wrote I just turned 50. A few weeks after my birthday, my very ill mother passed away. Since her death, I haven’t been able to write. I tried a few times, but it hurt too much to let anything out. I’ve felt uneasy and troubled due to her death, but also because I haven’t been writing. My human existence needs writing. I often encourage others to write to help them work through feelings, issues, life experiences, but I haven’t been following my own advice. So here I am, writing…healing.
It doesn’t have to be profound or inspirational. It just needs to be. Like each one of us. Being alive is enough. We often want to be exceptional in the world of humans, but just “being” is exceptional. I forget that. The need to stand out or be relevant holds me back from expressing myself. I often think, “Who cares what I have to say?” I care, so that’s enough. Each of us validating our own thoughts and feelings is important to our healthy existence and to the culture of the world we live in. Although in the world of billions we may feel like a tiny ant in one of the billions of ant hills, our contribution to the work of the world matters. We all have a part to play which requires self expression in some form or another.
Through our expression of ourselves, we hope to find connection. During my 52 years I’ve longed for connection. I’ve found it here and there through different life challenges and adventures, but seem to always fall short. Even today, I wondered if I could google something that would help
me find someone who understood me and who I could connect with. Other divorcee’s, other adoptive parents, other counselors, writers, people who struggle with their weight, or single parents? I think my perception of others is that they are more connected than I could ever be, but then I wonder if it’s just me comparing my insides to their outsides. What we perceive isn’t always the truth. Most of the time, there’s much more to the story than the outsides tell. I wonder if others feel alone in this big world, even when they have relationships, family, and friends? Actually, I know others do. Loneliness can happen in a room full of people.
As I age, and more people in my life pass away, the loneliness grows. Holes in my life that can’t be filled. I remember my grandma telling me about how fortunate she felt to live into her 80’s, but how sad she also felt about seeing so many loved ones die. At the time, I didn’t understand because I hadn’t lost anyone other than my other grandma. Now I understand. As the years hopefully continue for me, I will understand more of what she meant, the bitter
sweetness of aging. So many new experiences that none of us believed would happen so fast. The way time flies, it feels like a whole year is like a month. I will blink and be 80. So many wonderful things will happen during the blink and some hard ones too.
For these first few days of 2020, I have reflected on my life, cherished the many things to be grateful for and made plans for the future. I made resolutions because I need to shoot for improvement always. Last year I did accomplish many of my goals, but not all of them and it’s okay. I wanted to start writing again for the last two years. I finally did it today. It doesn’t seem like much, but for me the dam has broken and I can move forward now. I’m reconnecting with myself to heal and to connect with others. Building bridges over the holes.