I have a question – Can we all start doing hard things?
Can we show up for people when they need us? Can we show up for our own selves when we need us?
Can we be vulnerable in places and spaces that matter most? Can we be honest enough to recognize what those places and spaces are?
Can we recognize what makes us feel most alive and pursue it? Can we walk away when something’s no longer serving us?
Can we ask someone out and risk rejection? Can we take a chance on love and risk its failure?
Can we get rid of schedules and timelines and man-made illusions for an hour, two hours, an entire day?
Can we talk about things we don’t like to think about?
Can we think about things we don’t like to talk about?
Can we hold a friend’s hand during a funeral for their father? Can we look them in the eye and muster the strength to say “I’m sorry”?
Can we cry as we recognize the loss of life’s greatest gifts? Can we sit there and crumple and re-crumple a disintegrating tissue as we feel out the emotions of suffering and loss?
Can we admit when we’ve been wrong? Can we forgive others who have wronged us?
Can we still love ourselves after we make a mistake?
Can we recognize our insecurities not as weaknesses, but as room for growth?
Can we ask for help?
Can we find security in ourselves?
Can we walk alone?
Can we recognize that we are afraid of one or all of these things? Can we decide that this is the time for us to stop letting our fears hold us hostage? Can we recognize that there are no guarantees?
The closer my dad gets to death, the more I’ve become acquainted and accustomed to her presence. The closer my dad gets to death, the more I realize that her presence has always been near.
The closer my dad gets to death, the more I want to live.
I have a question – Will you answer me?
Will you listen to you?
Will you hear you?
Will you start doing hard things?