Today is my birthday. March 4th. Or, as a writing teacher once pointed out to me, "the only day that's also a command."
I've been absent from here a while.
This is the farthest I've ever felt from my cancer experience. Someone might think that’s obvious and stupid, akin to “this is the oldest I’ve ever been." But post-traumatic time is not linear.
It helps to have a new project, this time a joyful one. We bought a house in December. It's upstate, on 13 acres, with streams and woods and meadows and a pond. We're just there on the weekends (for now...) and working on fixing it up. For Christmas, my mom gave me bee hives.
There’s a little honeybee in my heart. She builds a sturdy comb, and fills it with sweet reserves.
Worker bees are all female, and what they are fed as babies determines if they can become queen. They say bees are unable to be selfish because they identify fully with their hive. They are part of their larger thing. It's as impossible for them to act in their own self-interest as it for... I'm trying to think of a human corollary but cannot.
I think the distance finally rushed in when I realized, down to my marrow, that there would be no fixing me. That I will never go back to who I was, but that I could move forward all the same.
I hate when people ask me about the silver linings of getting cancer. I hate when it's assumed what didn't kill me has made me stronger, wiser, kinder. That now I am automatically grateful and serene.
Because events don't do that. People do that. People choose the meaning of the events of their lives, and then enact that meaning (or not).
I don't look for the silver lining, because that seems like a denial of my actual experience. A coping mechanism, but not one I really find useful. This event was extremely difficult. Through it, I learned a lot about myself. Lessons I probably would have learned anyway, with time, but I have learned them early.
But here's the lesson I learned that I want to share with you now, today: march forth. Don't delay.
"There will be time, there will be time." No.
Don't let your life be small. Don't wait for things to be perfect to begin. Don't let expectations guide you.
My entire life I’ve wanted to live on a farm. For the past several years I've search online for cabins and farmhouses. landandfarmfsorsale.com was a favorite, I would think, “when I'm retired this is what I’ll do.” I was willing to wait 40 years for the thing I wanted. Why? I don't even know.
In this last year, we made several trips to the Catskills, Vermont, rural PA. Each time I felt the pull of these landscapes more and more strongly. Till one day, I wondered, why do I need to wait?
Don't be afraid of what you want. Don't forestall joy. Take it when you find it. Don't be stupid and assume it will always be there, waiting. Because you will die, and I will die, and we all will die, and none of us knows when.
Don't put off kindness; this brings joy sweeter than any other.
Today, begin to march forth.
Note: This is my last post. Join me at Ruralie for something completely different.