Monday’s Meditation: On Not Believing In "Supposed To Be"

November 28, 2016

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Monday's Meditation: On Not Believing In "Supposed To Be"

There’s a picture of my parents I’ve seen over the years; they’re standing on a beach, newly married maybe, long before my sister and I came along, at least. My dad’s beard is thick and his hair, now silver and sparse, is as brown as a coconut shell.

In their eyes is a distinct mix of grandeur and impishness; the delighted twinkle of young love, the mystical significance of a young love grown old.

So many times, I stared at that photo with one thought crashing over me like a rogue wave: they don’t know. Those two people standing there–laughing, so happy, so vital–they don’t know what’s in store for them. They don’t know how the happy, idyllic, easy life they’re envisioning they’ll have will never be. Or, it will, until it gets hit head on by the semi truck that is chronic illness, the picture they had fracturing into a million and three tiny pieces upon impact.

I wanted to warn them. Or, more likely, I wanted to change the present so those two shining faces never had to learn the fate of their future.

Perhaps my interpretation of the photograph of my parents is invented, and my parents never once envisioned whether their future would be hard as boulders or as easy as sitting calmly by the sea. Maybe they’ve never considered themselves to look any way other than they do.

For myself, I spent years grieving over my family’s failed chance to be the way we were supposed to be, which is to say: healthy and happy, everyone in their places with sunshiny faces. That was where we were headed for so long, it seemed. Until we were unfairly, tumultuously, incorrectly diverted.

At some point, though, I let that thought go.

I realized how futile it was to grieve over an imagined reality, thwarted. I realized how hopeless it was to feel heartbreak at our inability to be what we could never now be. The vision I had held for years in my mind of a life in which my mom had never gotten sick ceded from memory. Not that it wasn’t hopeful, but that it wasn’t helpful. Our picture was never ruined. This was just how it looked now.

Of the several lessons this Multiple Sclerosis business has taught me, chief among them is the realization that there is no such thing as “how it was supposed to be.” There is only “how it is.”

The more you understand that fact, and learn to move with the fluidity of life, the better off you are. The more easily you disavow your expectations and remain focused on the present, the more lush the moment in front of you becomes.

It was when I forgot to keep comparing our reality to a hypothetical version of life that all the beauties of our present circumstance became clear to me. Not all at once, but little by little. Like the tide moving in and out over your toes as you stand on a beach, yourself the portrait of a young love grown golden, turned back to young love, again.

 

 

 

10 Comments

  1. Christie on November 28, 2016 at 4:33 pm

    Beautiful.

    • Annie on November 30, 2016 at 9:00 pm

      Thanks Christie!

  2. DDU on November 28, 2016 at 6:23 pm

    Thank you for your candor and compassion. Lots to ponder from this thoughtful post. Best wishes!

    • Annie on November 30, 2016 at 9:01 pm

      So glad to hear it gave you something to mull over..thank you for reading!!

  3. Garden, Home and Party on November 29, 2016 at 8:25 am

    What a lovely post. The underlying message rings clear for so many and yet the promise is something we all relate to.
    Enjoy the season and thank you for always giving us thought provoking and useful information.
    Karen

    • Annie on November 30, 2016 at 9:02 pm

      You are such a doll!! Thank you for this and all your thoughtful comments!

  4. Bev on November 30, 2016 at 7:50 am

    so true. Things happen. They just are. You have to look to the future and live what is or all you are doing is living in the past.

    • Annie on November 30, 2016 at 9:02 pm

      You get it. Heart you Bev.

  5. Jennie on December 6, 2016 at 6:40 am

    Love this post! “Live in the Moment” is sometimes so hard to do, but it is one of the best roads to happiness…

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10 Comments

  1. Christie on November 28, 2016 at 4:33 pm

    Beautiful.

    • Annie on November 30, 2016 at 9:00 pm

      Thanks Christie!

  2. DDU on November 28, 2016 at 6:23 pm

    Thank you for your candor and compassion. Lots to ponder from this thoughtful post. Best wishes!

    • Annie on November 30, 2016 at 9:01 pm

      So glad to hear it gave you something to mull over..thank you for reading!!

  3. Garden, Home and Party on November 29, 2016 at 8:25 am

    What a lovely post. The underlying message rings clear for so many and yet the promise is something we all relate to.
    Enjoy the season and thank you for always giving us thought provoking and useful information.
    Karen

    • Annie on November 30, 2016 at 9:02 pm

      You are such a doll!! Thank you for this and all your thoughtful comments!

  4. Bev on November 30, 2016 at 7:50 am

    so true. Things happen. They just are. You have to look to the future and live what is or all you are doing is living in the past.

    • Annie on November 30, 2016 at 9:02 pm

      You get it. Heart you Bev.

  5. Jennie on December 6, 2016 at 6:40 am

    Love this post! “Live in the Moment” is sometimes so hard to do, but it is one of the best roads to happiness…

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