Mile markers.
Sometimes I think life doesn't tell us what's next because our brains would implode.
Too much info at once would debilitate our human selves.
I've realized I'm an interesting mix of anxiety over the future
and "take it as it comes."
Healing is by necessity a process that requires adaptability.
I had no idea one year ago that I'd have cancer,
much less undergo everything the healing process has required.
Such is life.
Moment by moment.
Some good ones,
Many hard ones,
but powerful and defining
and character building
all the same.
Tomorrow I'll have my second reconstructive surgery.
It's a little nerve-racking,
knowing my new girls are moving in
and I'll have something else to get used to.
I'm not too bothered by the surgery itself.
I've had enough surgeries in my life
that I'm pretty familiar with the process.
Plus the drugs are my favorite part,
so I can get in line for that.
I'm reminded that healing,
much like grief,
is non-linear.
It's a journey, with an everchanging course,
but I trust that God-Knows the path laid out for me,
and He-Is-With-Me along the way.
The beauty of progress is in keeping track of how far we've come
and celebrating ourselves for staying true to the path.
I've come a long, long way
and so have you.
Let's let ourselves mark a mile today.
We're warriors.
Now journey on.
xoxo
Laura Ruth
