This is me, shortly after finally being allowed out of an incubator for a short visit (oops, might not have been me and instead my parent’s old friends baby! lol). A comment by the lovely Anna, has made me think a great deal about how our life pans out. This week I had some very disappointing and upsetting news, news that has stopped me in my tracks and makes me want to pull in all the more. Thoughts are currently rambling through my head about the choices I’ve made, the life I’ve chased that in fact I may not really want or need.
I was the good girl raised to understand and value the importance of education, to never expect anyone to pay for you or help you financially (including the government), to work hard, climb the ladder and contribute on all levels to society. I had an early first-hand lesson in loss, in understanding why we need to make good choices financially and seeing just how plans can fall apart. My mum didn’t plan to become a widow with child, but nonetheless she did. She returned to work full-time six weeks later and continues to be an inspiration to me and a good example in the value of being a hard worker who puts others before herself and never expects anything from anyone.
There is something about Christmas that makes one reflect on where they are in life and in society, for some this may bring incredible feelings of success in how they define success, for others they may wish things were different and put a lot of hope into the new year. As I see friends around me who made different choices to myself, it can at times make me ponder where I went wrong and make me feel the need to dissect how my life got to this point and to this place. There is little I know or understand about life, but what I do know is questioning can be helpful as long as we don’t take away the element of choice (good and bad) and replace it instead with feelings of being the victim or feeling entitled to something else, something bigger or something we define as better. As I sit and write this I may feel sadness, disappointment and fear over what lies ahead, but I also must find a way to remember what I don’t feel is starvation or destitution so really it isn’t half that bad.
I don’t know what lies ahead, I don’t know all of the places I’ll go, but I do know I’m bound to make mistakes along the way and have no choice but to yet again pick myself up, dust myself off and find the strength to continue. Under the guidance of the King my life may not be working out how I’d like or planned but I’m surrounded by love and even when it all feels so hard, so disappointing and incredibly sad, I’m still surrounded by grace in abundance.
I won’t be putting a full stop where God puts a comma; my story is not over!