I feel like my life has been in a holding pattern for the past year.
My dad’s cancer diagnosis meant so many unknowns for the future. It was almost as if I was holding my breath, waiting for the season of medical appointments and healing to pass.
December 17th, after being declared cancer-free, six days away from his final surgery to piece him back to a complete picture of health, my dad suffered a stroke.
Just when the end of the road to recovery was in sight, my dad began a whole new leg of his journey.
I could be devastated by this news. I choose not to be.
And I am choosing not to continue existing in a holding pattern, waiting for a clear runway.
I have begun to move forward. This does not mean I am not still taking care of my dad. This does not mean that my life is no longer interrupted with his medical needs.
Rather, I am learning that life is always going to hold surprises. Moving forward means that I live through these surprises as opposed to waiting for them to pass.
Living through the tough stuff means…
I have started to write again.
I am seizing professional growth opportunities as they come my way.
I read, read, read.
I am slowly getting myself moving again—including walks in the woods.
I might be here a bit more often.