I'm a few days away from my birthday. (I am only a wee sad that my age will no longer be the atomic number for arsenic, but yay, I can have the ninth Fibonacci number now!) While there has been talk about what I would like to have/do for the day, my birthday is typically the time I think on whether I am the person I
want to be. As such, I've mainly been contemplating what new thing I would like to learn next.
Which, in and of itself, seems like a small thing, but for me it feels like a very big change in life. I really have to give thanks to my GP for telling me straight out back in May that it would be to my benefit to start an anti-depressant/anti-anxiety medication, because it has. A few months ago I was contemplating very dark thoughts, suffered physical symptoms of my anxiety/depression on a daily basis, and rarely had the energy to do All the Things I Needed To Do, let alone try new things. At the same time, I've been inspired by so many people this year who are living their lives courageously:
teaberryblue,
haggis,
firinel,
floatyfish,
bodhifox,
gizmometer,
untonuggan ,
wlotus....there are many more of you.
Since June, I have learned to run nearly three miles. I have picked my guitar back up and began playing for enjoyment again. I'm really loving making music. I am still very rough, having put it away for a very long time, but I can see improvement each week and I feel like I can play a few songs fairly well (thank you, Greg Laswell, for having beautiful yet easy songs!). Best of all, I've been able to sing as I play. Oh, how I have missed singing!
I'm reading more, learning more, and have been excited to try new things. I think about writing fic, about learning the piano/keyboard (we have one that L. uses), about creating art, and crafting. I have more confidence, mainly because I've put aside the idea that I have to be
good, that I only have to
do.
I feel like I am
living, and this is something for which I am extremely grateful for. I keep thinking back to the beginning of the year, when I chose the word "joy" to
define my year. Through much of the early part of the year, I felt like I had completely failed in that regard. But reflecting on things -- maybe hitting bottom again, as miserable as it was, has helped me to appreciate the small things all the more. The sound of my sons' laughter. Their crushing hugs. My husband's ability to make me laugh and laugh, and then to feel incredibly loved.
All the fabulous people that love me and encourage me. In these things, there is joy. These things help me not want to give up, to keep going even when the days are long or the moods are tough.
I haven't gone anywhere this year, but I've been reminded that life does not have to follow a script. I'm reminded that my name means "brave; courageous", and that I don't have to live in fear and anxiety. In that sense, I like the woman that I am, and I like the woman that I am still becoming.
Oh, and I have decided that I need a bow and arrow next. :) I probably won't get one for my birthday, but maybe later this fall or Christmas. Expect me up a tree sometime soon, making shenanigans.
Life is meant to be lived and enjoyed, hurdles be damned. This is my quest.
Thank you for being here with me.
♥