“You must never slacken in your efforts to build new lives for yourselves. Creativeness means pushing open the heavy door to life. This is not an easy struggle. Indeed, it may be the hardest task in the world. For opening the door to your own life is more difficult than opening the doors to the mysteries of the universe.” ~ Buddhism
As I sit here in the peaceful quiet of my home, I am aware of the constant shared by all of us: The universe is not stagnant. Things never stay the same. When everything in life is going well, tragedy strikes. When the tunnel seems the darkest and despair overwhelms, a cool breeze pushes us into the light and the warmth of the sun suddenly dries our tears. When nothing seems to make sense, the missing piece mysteriously falls into place.
For the last three years, I have posted little on social media. Having initially loved Facebook, I eventually found the medium stressful and, the act of scrolling, increasingly surreal and unproductive. I needed to step away and take a serious look at the life I was living, a life I’d not intentionally designed. It’s been a helluva journey.
While away, I learned I have loved much about my adult life. A long term, happy marriage. Raising children I love. Satisfying work. Above average income. Professional recognition. World travel. Lack of want. But somewhere along the way, the joy of life and love slipped through my fingers. My once vibrant marriage became devastatingly lonely and silent. My children were raised and no longer required my daily devotion. As a result of an ill chosen business alliance my long term career became less gratifying. I no longer felt I had anything to say or teach so I walked away. The financial stability I’d worked three decades to create, shifted dramatically. Though there seemed little to celebrate, I kept smiling while working hard to make the best of the choices I’d made.
I took a job at a world class company for a significant pay cut. The job, however, proved itself to be a wise move. It provided a fresh environment where I was surrounded by young people. I thrived, made friends, moved up. Shortly after being hired, I separated from my husband after 37 years of marriage. I have nothing unkind to say about him. He was a good man and he loved our children. Our marriage simply ran its course. I couldn’t bring myself to divorce him. He died peacefully a couple of years later. He was 82, I, 64. Our once thriving May-December romance had taken its toll. Through it all, we learned a lot. I will always be grateful for him.
When I moved out on my own, I was 62. Married at 20, I had never lived alone. It was definitely an unfamiliar environment for me. It took months to find my equilibrium. I settled into a 700 square foot, one bedroom apartment. I set up my own bank account. I took over the books destroyed by an avalanche of consumer debt and, now drained, investment accounts. As difficult as everything was, I knew not to whine, moan, or complain. My reversal of fortune wasn’t something I would ever think to lay on anyone else’s doorstep, especially the people I love, respect, and admire most. That said, my children stood by my side. My son refused to be locked out of my recovery and his belief in me and his unconditional support was priceless. My daughter’s wisdom and love warmed me. With them firmly in my corner, I strapped on my armor and went to work rebuilding my life.
The following March, our world turned upside down. Covid changed everything.
It’s during the pandemic I found social media had become intolerable. The horrible things people were saying to one another devastated my sense of happiness, tolerance, and civil decorum. I withdrew. Tended to my life. Sought counsel from close friends. Worked hard. Saved money. Stayed close to my children. Righted my ship.
In the end, what I did most, was write. Volume after volume. Hundreds of thousands of words. About life, love, work, passion, friendship. I worked through the residual traumas of my life. Sharpened my philosophies. Focused on creating personal peace and happiness. Determined I’m good at being single, but prefer being in love and in a relationship. A year ago, I began to travel the world again, the art of which brings a deeper sense of meaning.
I have spent the majority of the last five years alone. I don’t prefer it as a lifestyle. I’ve learned I thrive when surrounded by people and when putting my hand to something meaningful. Last April, I retired from my job while simultaneously reigniting my entrepreneurial bent. For the next eight months I worked feverishly to get every aspect of my personal and professional life in order. At the end of December, in my search for meaning, I determined it was time for me to push open yet another heavy door.
Next week I will celebrate my 67th time around the sun. Though my body tires more easily, my health and energy remains high. To that end, I’m wrapping myself in a transformational chrysalis in preparation for opening the last act of my life. In a few short weeks, I leave for a six month journey through Europe. I am hiking a portion, if not all, of the Camino de Santiago, a 500 mile pilgrimage trail which runs from the French border to the western coast of Spain. I’ll backpack through the Pyrenees and Alps. I’ll stand on the windswept dunes of the Sahara. I will go where my heart tells me to go. When I return, I have a clear, unbreakable vision for what I will do for the rest of my life. It has everything to do with what I love most. Helping people. Especially girls.
Life is hard. Sweet friends lost their son four days ago. Three soldiers showed up at their door to let them know their son was one of the five Marines who perished in the helicopter crash outside San Diego. He had just married the love of his life before his scheduled training mission. My friends are grief stricken and we, as a community, are all wiping our tears as we do all we can to help. Their son’s death serves as a reminder to take nothing for granted and to get up off the sofa and make something of what little time we’ve been given. We must find the strength and the gratitude to push open the heavy doors of our lives and create the best life possible through the hardest of circumstances. Along the way, if we are inclined to help others, we should do so to the best of our abilities.
Life is finite and not to be taken for granted. There is a beginning and an end. We are born and then we die. Until then, understand it’s never too late to do what fulfills your sense of duty and purpose and joy. Create the life you deserve. Be fearless in all endeavors. If falling in love is at the top of your list, do it with gusto and wild abandonment. Don’t be afraid to fail. If you find yourself in the midst of a massive failure, ask yourself one question, “Did I die?” And lastly, don’t be afraid of death. If we are afraid of dying, we are afraid of living.
If things are difficult for you now, know they could be worse. And by all means, don’t be the person who makes mountains out of molehills. Be grateful for each hardship and for each fall to earth. The earth beneath us is designed to be stable in order for us to be able to push ourselves up, brush ourselves off, and get moving. Don’t be afraid. But do get moving.
You are a singular occurrence in the universe. There is no one like you. There will never be another like you. Be open to what the mysteries of the universe have in store for you. Go out there and create all the joy and happiness your heart can handle. Start today.
The Dubai Frame. May 2023. The Frame stands 493 feet tall. At the top lies a glass walkway. This piece of art separates the Old World of Dubai from the nearly unbelievable breath-taking vistas of Dubai’s Modern World. As I stood still high above the earth, I was struck by the beauty and mystery of life. While looking over my left shoulder I saw the remnants of my old life where nothing could be changed. As I slowly turned my head to look down, I experienced the dizzying earth of possibilities found in the present moment. As I looked over my right shoulder, I experienced the promise and wonders of all my tomorrows. For me, The Frame represented the magnificent promise contained in one short life.
We must never slacken in our efforts to build the best life possible. It’s easier than we think to discover the mysteries of the universe. But, first, we must do the hard work of pushing open the heavy door of life.
Get up! Let’s go!