I am a mother, a daughter, a friend, a woman, a girl, a writer. But I am no longer a wife.
Five years ago the rug was yanked out from underneath me. Much like the magic trick when the magician pulls the table cloth off of the table and all of the dishes somehow magically remain on top. Except in my case, most all the dishes, the glassware and even the silverware came crashing down to the ground. Some shattered in hundreds of pieces, unable to be reassembled and put back together. Some simply cracked and worth a second look. And some of them are remarkably whole, but I am not quite sure where they should be placed back up on the table.
It’s a strange feeling, being complete but still feeling the missing pieces. My marriage, my husband, my confidant are gone. I have tried filling them in with different experiences, places, people, things…it doesn’t really work that well.
What I have discovered is that I have to accept the broken pieces, throw them away and introduce newer, better parts into my life. Things will get taken away from us, so that we may be able to keep ourselves open to picking up the pieces that aren’t broken, fixing some of the pieces that are broken and throwing away what we can’t salvage.
I am still a mother (a great one, if I do say so myself), a daughter (a decent one), a friend (I do my best)…and all of those other things. Now it is time to create the rest of myself. What does that look like? I want to help others who have experienced loss, disappointment and far too many broken pieces. I want to enjoy this last year with my daughter at home. I want to travel and experience all that is waiting for me. I have come to realize that although I have some broken parts (who doesn’t?) I am still whole.
We all travel as tourists through this crazy thing called life. The more we look at it as an adventure, the healthier we become. I have no regrets about the past decisions and choices and experiences that I have had. I have faith that there is a reason for all of it. And it is faith that will keep me on my path. The path that is unseen but is there for me to continue travelling upon. The people I am going to meet that will help me change my life, as I help them change theirs for the better. The prayers I put out into the world, not only for myself, but for everyone who is suffering one way or another. I know suffering. Just start picking up the pieces, a day at at time. Don’t forget the most important person in the equation YOU!
What helps? Meditation helps ease anxiety, I’ve learned that and it’s amazing. Sitting quietly and listening to beautiful music, bringing peace into my heart and finding some sacred space. It used to sound so funny to me, but it times of true strife and loss, it works beautifully. I have a long journey ahead of me. We’ll see what happens along the way. But with friends and faith, it just may turn out better than I thought.