Life’s sweetest moments are rarely straightforward. Even motherhood, arguably the most incredible journey a woman can take, begins with nearly unbearable physical pain.
I got divorced when I was 27, after spending nine years with a partner I married just so I wouldn’t have to wonder how my life would turn out. Some of those nine years were really fun. We traveled the world together, and made lots of dear friends. It wasn’t enough, though, to sustain for a lifetime, because problems we could not solve creeped in and took over. Splitting up nine year’s worth of living into two equal parts is hard, but not as hard as sentencing yourself to a lifetime of unhappiness.
I used to swim a lot in the ocean. It’s terrifying, honestly, especially in northern California where the water is predictably in the mid-50s, the surf is enormous, and sharks are spotted regularly. It’s also freeing and empowering. To consciously invite yourself to overcome your own fears is exhilarating.
Navigating the space between joy and sadness—or fear—is lifelong work. As George Bernard Shaw observed, “you have learnt something. That always feels at first as if you have lost something.”
We each decide what pain we will offer in exchange for the joy we want in life. With your heart as your compass, bravely let that journey unfold.
Happy Sunday! Thanks for reading.