Well, here we are on the eve of 2017. I am in the NC mountains. Sitting by the fire and feeling blissfully removed from….well, just about everything. And it feels good! Don’t get me wrong. I love a good party. And I have lots of interesting stories about New Year’s Eve. But this is different. This story does not contain the word “resolution” or the phrase “the ball is dropping”. It is a story of bidding one year move-along and welcoming the next. It is the story of learning when and how to say good-bye. It is a story of acceptance. It is a grand adventure story. If you’re interested I invite you to share the adventure.
There have been times I avoided a proper good-bye. Moving on without closure. Avoiding pain and discomfort. Or even thinking, it’s not over, just delayed…I will wait. But I must say that for me, 2016 has been a year that requires more than a few straight-up, lay it out there good-byes. I imagine you have some of your own that come to mind in this moment!
There’s very little in me that wishes to enter a new phase of life by inappropriately holding onto those people, places and things that have shifted. All those things I have no control over. All the pieces and parts that no longer fit. To be sure, I could cling to the familiar. Often it is so much easier than daring. But new places are opening up and without my attention….intention, they are likely to become cluttered by the accumulation of the remembered past, the unfinished business of the now, and the fear of “what-if” and “what-now”? Fear just does not work for me. Leaping into, and trusting the unknown is more my style.
And still, I know what it feels like to be held captive. To be limited by unexplored or irrational fear. Or, to stand breathless in the face of immediate danger. Fear is not foreign to me. As Elizabeth Gilbert describes in her book Big Magic even a tadpole comes equipped with a fearful reaction to a shadow above the pool. It’s natural. I get it. I just can’t accept that it is the best motivator for my life.
True Family Story: Debbie was always afraid of the dark. When she was a tiny baby she began life insisting that Mom hold her hand through the bars of the crib….all night long! She could sleep well through the night as long as someone held onto her. As she got older she would not go upstairs to her bedroom alone. Never open the front door after dark. And still ask for someone to sit on her bed as she read herself to sleep. In 6th grade the very patient parents of her best friend tried repeatedly (maybe a dozen times) to have her sleep over. They grilled out…her favorite hamburger supper. They played board games. They read books and left on lights. And still, by midnight the phone call to Mom. The defeated 12-year-old hopped in the car for the silent drive home, and fell asleep once again in Mom’s bed. Though she learned to disguise the fear it was never too far below the surface. To be honest, life added-on some scarey experiences that contributed to the mostly unspoken and unexplored emotion. And, no matter how much support we receive from others, ultimately we must decide for ourselves.
This was my story. Then around age 23 I decided the story needed to change. Enough, already. I can’t walk alone. I can’t camp alone. I can’t even stay home overnight alone. I am tired of living in fear!
So I began the work. I set out to de-sensitize myself. No big therapy sessions. No how-to books. I just said I will do this. And I did. How?
- I began to stay home overnight by myself…even if I didn’t sleep much.
- I began to open the front door after dark.
- Next, I walked from the front porch to the curb with a flashlight.
- Then I walked down the street without a flashlight.
- Eventually I could even take a chair outside, sit in darkness and watch the night sky. Wondrous.
The world opened up for me. It wasn’t just the fear of the dark I had learned to overcome. I had learned to welcome the unknown. To trust that beyond fear I could find possibility!
** A funny side note here to support this theory. I learned to play tennis while I was still considered “blind” by legal standards. I could barely see the ball, but I wasn’t afraid to run around using all of my other senses to find, and then swing at the ball. I am not the greatest tennis player ever, but I might possibly have more fun than most because I dismissed the fear of inability and concentrated on the possibility. (Thanks, Steve for teaching me the dance of tennis!) I am glad I didn’t miss this great love!
I learned a powerful lesson. I had a choice. I could choose to live without fear. That doesn’t mean avoid the facts or ignore the realities. It means I could make a choice to meet whatever comes my way with an attitude of trust. Trust in myself and others. Faith, hope and love. These three have carried me beyond the limiting factors of mistrust, despair and hatred.
And so what are these good-byes I speak of? These major life events will take hundreds of words and hours of writing to unpack sufficiently. But without making light of this year of good byes, I will tell you the list includes saying good-bye to our beloved dog, Ruby. Letting go of the idea that summer camp can always be a place of radical acceptance of the “other”. Telling my 97-year-old mother that it’s okay to leave us here. And doing the hard work within myself, and with others of my ex-husbands’ (and father of my three sons) decision to end his life. And the life of his wife. Abruptly. Violently. Without a clue.
I have lived with this question much of my life, “What am I supposed to do?” I explored it intensely this year in my PTSD therapy. Doing this emotional work opened my heart in new ways. I was ready to address the necessary good-bye’s in my primary relationships without anger or pity or denial. And this awareness made my decision to move along one that could be healthy, whole, and filled with passion and energy,
My life is a beautiful mystery. There is so much I cannot fathom. There is much I take for granted. There is reason each day to express gratitude and joy and hope and love. I don’t think my life is that much different from lots of folks I know. We all know pain and loss. We all have the capacity for compassion. We all choose each day what matters and what makes a difference. My answer to my life-long question, What am I supposed to do? I am supposed to live with an open heart. To challenge my fears. To practice loving myself and others. Especially when I disappoint myself. Especially when I fear the others.
I am not like everyone. I am, on my best days, most in touch with “me”. And the “me” I must support needs to fling myself fully into the possibilities created when I take a chance. Embrace the other. Live more sustainably. Believe….just believe. Because nothing can happen until I believe it can happen.
It is hard these days to sit down with another and avoid a conversation of loss, fear, anger, and hopelessness. I believe we must talk to each other. Voice our needs. Get vulnerable. Practice…really practice…listening. Be okay with being different. I had a plan to move out of my childhood fear of darkness. I now have a plan for living into this particular point in human history….
I don’t watch the news. I do listen to podcasts.
I rarely visit Facebook.
I engage in conversations and share meals with people outside my regular circle of friends.
I meditate, exercise, laugh, drink water, create, and ask, how can I be of service?
And, on January 1, 2017 I am stepping into the great wide open. Teardrop camper and a smart phone for directions. New car stereo and lots of audible books. No timeline, paints and journals. I traded the question, What am I supposed to do? For the more appropriate question, “What’s next?”
Come on 2017, show me what you’ve got!
2016; I lived a full & loving & hectic & reflective & silly & sad & celebratory & transitional life!!!
I wish to say a proper good-bye to:
Ruby; you were 100% perfect family dog. You loved me with abandon.
Teens of teen camp; you taught me to claim my truth while honoring yours.
Stuart; I honor your struggle with depression. And I thank you for shedding light on gun violence.
My Mom, Lettie Fae Lowder age 97, You loved us all so well. Enjoy the music.
On New Year’s Day I will begin a journey. I plan to write more. To laugh and take naps. To play lots of tennis. To travel and meet all the people all around this country who might be like me or different from me, but are ultimately so much like me. To begin each day with an intention to live fully. Now, more than ever, I must be the change I want to see. I refuse to hate. I refuse to disrespect. I refuse to give up on the kindness of strangers.
Good-bye and hello.
L’AMOUR n’a pas besoin. il doit parfait. il doit soulement etre. AUTHENTIQUE
Love does not need to be perfect. It must certainly be authentic.