i’ve learned a startling amount about myself and about my life in the past six months. and in those months, i have not spent a single day in school. maybe they were lessons i’d been taught before, but never quite absorbed, yet now they are pillars of my understanding of myself and my surroundings and the things that give me hope and strength each day. the joy of it all is that the process is continual, that each day i am learning more and more, and becoming so much more alive from the entire experience.
i never thought i’d say this, but as i look at my recovery and my life and my past, as i see those around me (healthy and sick), and i see all the choices in each day, i realize one important thing: i wouldn’t trade my recovery for anybody or any body. that thought alone is the greatest thing i have learned, the thing that is going to carry me through whatever tough times lie ahead.
more than that, I am learning: that freedom is better than bondage, that food is better than starving, that there is no day like What I Ate Wednesday…
that people are generally better than you think, that the world has a funny way of working out, that light truly follows darkness and that hanging on is more worth it than i could ever hope to put into words.
i am learning that there is no perfect way to do this, but that what works for me is what matters, and that i’m the one who will sustain this process and reap the benefits on the other side.
i am starting to embrace my lack of control, realizing how much of a blessing that is. without the control in my hands, i have no responsibility, can feel no guilt, and really can do nothing to change a thing. so i can either sit and fear it, or sit back, let go, and enjoy the ride. the results are the same, but the experience is different. i realize that nothing i do is really going to change the things i wish i could, but i can look forward to them with hope and faith, rather than dreadful anticipation, and know that it will be better.
it’s interesting to look at these past six months, at the things i have eaten and accomplished, and wonder who i am, wonder how i got here, and wonder why i ever held myself back for so long. i think Dickens had it right in Great Expectations when he wrote
I have been bent and broken, but — I hope — into a better shape.
they don’t teach you in school that challenges make you a better person, that it’s really okay to eat and be vulnerable and be yourself, that people love you for who you are not what you look like (and if they don’t, how much do you really want them in your life?). they don’t teach you that learning as a process is more important than the material that is covered, that life is the greatest teacher of them all, and that one is never too busy to stop and look introspectively and see where they need to change directions, or perhaps just enjoy how far they’ve come. and somehow, they don’t quite teach you to love yourself. but it’s okay- i’m learning that one anyway 🙂
what’s the best out-of-school/ life lesson you’ve ever learned?
do you have a favorite day of the week? i’m quite partial to wednesdays, though i do love sundays and tuesdays as well!