Do More Things That Make You Feel a Little Awkward
“The biggest adventure you can take is to live the life of your dreams.” ~Oprah Winfrey
My father died at forty-nine.
I was young when it happened, still soft in the way grief makes you when you are not yet equipped to hold it. I was so consumed by the loss itself that I never stopped to do the mathematics of it. Forty-nine years. That is all he got. Forty-nine years to do everything he wanted to do, to become everything he wanted to become, and to say every word he still had left inside him.
I did not let …
“When we avoid difficult conversations, we trade short-term discomfort for long-term dysfunction.” ~Peter Bromberg
Have you ever looked around at other people’s lives and wondered, “How do they do that?”
How do they seem so steady, so connected, so… together?
From where I stood, there appeared to be a certain kind of person—someone confident, kind, thoughtful, and at ease in her relationships. And because she enjoyed her relationships, she seemed to enjoy her life.
I was not her.
For a long time, I thought I was the “nice” one in my relationships because I avoided confrontational conversations. But …
“Some of us think holding on makes us strong, but sometimes it is letting go.” ~Hermann Hesse
My dad was intubated, so he couldn’t say the words back to me.
I told him I loved him anyway.
Instead, he slowly pointed to himself and then to me.
“You love me too?” I asked.
His eyes widened ever so slightly, and he nodded gently, giving me the biggest response his body could offer. I held onto that moment like it was something solid in a room where everything else was slipping away.
It was the last moment we had together before
“Sticking with uncertainty is how we learn to relax in the midst of chaos, how we learn to be cool when the ground beneath us suddenly disappears.” ~Pema Chödrön
Evicted. The word stared up at me from the letter in my hands.
It was the summer of 2022, near the tail end of the Covid pandemic, when life was supposed to be settling back into normal—or so my husband and I had hoped.
I read the letter again. My chest tightened.
We’d always paid our rent on time. We’d never broken the terms of our lease.
Our landlord was selling …