I hope you’ll indulge me for a moment of self-reflection.
It’s been an eventful past three months. On 09/09/09, I was excommunicated, and I still haven’t had a chance to reflect properly on the event and its impact, partly because at the time it (unexpectedly to me) became more of a struggle for Jana than for me, but also because I felt I was too close to analyze it properly. I wrote a retelling of the event within a week. I think I have enough distance to do a clearer analysis, so I’m looking forward to writing one some time this month.
In late September, with Mormonism behind me, I wrote about wanting to take more risks in life. I took this advice to heart, which lead to my:
I promise updates and reflections on WFC, FCNL and NaNoWriMo. They are the three core events in a month-long personal transformation. Each commitment required some risk and sacrifice, but these are forgotten in the new friendships and knowledge I gained and in the reinforcement that my vocation and my calling is to be a writer and an activist. The shared DC experience with my daughter was also priceless, and my local Friends meeting and the friends and family who donated to make it possible have my profound gratitude for this gift.
I hope you’ll forgive me if I sound a little egotistical. I probably am. But before this summer, and maybe even before October, I basically had a whiney approach to life. I complained that circumstance made it impossible for me to fulfill my dreams: to go to grad school properly, to devote time to writing and creative projects, to go on long walking pilgrimages.
I credit much of my change in attitude to my biking. Even though I haven’t been able to walk more than a few blocks for two years now without pain, I discovered that I could bike for miles and miles. I’m now making physical therapy a priority so that I can hopefully walk long distances again. I’m willing to take a year or two to get there. I realize that it may require some serious sacrifice, maybe even pain, to get there. This applies to all of my life goals.
And if I don’t quite make it, I’ll find a workaround.