Sometimes, our healing comes in ways we least expect. Sometimes, we need to slow down.
In late August, I completed my residency at The Rhode Island Writers Colony (which was AMAZING!) I returned home to my teenager starting her first year of high school, a fast approaching manuscript deadline, and a surgery scheduled for September 13. Still not sure if I was coming, going or just trying to survive.
I pushed myself. I had many long days of writing and tearful nights filled with “What am I doing with my life” thoughts. But somehow, as always, everything got done… but at a cost. I arrived at the hospital at 5:30am on September 13 eager for the anesthesia. Seriously, I couldn’t wait to just sleep. The surgery, a laparoscopic myomectomy for fibroid removal, was successful and I was ordered to rest and allow myself time to heal and recover. I didn’t have a choice. I was physically, mentally and emotionally spent. While my body began to heal and recover from surgery, my heart and spirit were on their own journey to restoration.
Sometimes, our healing comes in ways we least expect. Sometimes, we need to slow down. Sometimes, the universe forces our hand to make sure we take care of ourselves. I am grateful for the time to slow down and heal. I am grateful for the time to be introspective. Healing is a slow process, whether physical, mental, emotional or spiritual. It cannot and should not be rushed. I am amazed at how my mind and body have embraced healing when given the time and space to do so. Still taking it easy these days. And I know that slowly but surely, I’ll soon be better than I once was.