Some Kind of Peace

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I have so many post ideas swirling around—in my head, in my notes app, in the notes on my computer, in my myriad journals.

These days, half of my job is freelance writing, though, and so I spend a lot of time wondering if that idea will sell, if it’s pitch-able. I spend evenings holed up with one of those journals (or multiple? many have different purposes…) or working on my book.

But sometimes you just gotta get shit out. This might be messy, but so’s my life.

As I sat at my kitchen table just now with my tacos, it hit me: tomorrow is the date of the last day I had a real conversation with my mom.

It’s 19 days away from the first anniversary of my mom’s passing (I still don’t believe those words are real and am still waiting for her to come comment on my blog), and the flashbacks of this time last June are coming at me fast and furious.

Last week was a real shitshow in my brain, and, to be honest, I made some choices that were not very loving of myself. Like, that same night I wrote that post. I bathed and soaked in my depression, once again feeling like I’d feel like that forever, even though I know the opposite, after a few months of light.

But some key words at the right time yesterday from my best friend and my therapist were the perspective shift I needed.

Life is about loosening our grip. We suffer when we hold on… but it’s in letting go that we really experience who we can be. And life is different after something like this, but it’s just that, different, not awful, just different.

and

What would you attempt if you knew you could not fail?

Both of these quotes, at the wrong time, would have had me rolling my eyes, but back in the throes of depression and grief I’m so desperate to move on from, they had me thinking again about life after loss.

Grief wrestles you from wistfully remembering old memories and being angry at the ones you won’t get to create. I found a card today in my mom’s kitchen office from me several years ago that said “I don’t know what I would do without you.”

I didn’t know what I would do without her, and many moments of every day, I wonder how I am living life without her, but I am.

I am here.

And though grief has made me sad and lonely and not as good a friend as I would like, I’d be lying if I said it weren’t also transformational.

One of my dear friends—a friend who, from the outside, looks like she has everything and then some—told me last week that she was envious that I am getting to create this whole new life.

Losing my mom and getting laid off wiped the slate clean to give me room to figure out what was and what wasn’t working in my life. What I wanted more of. What my big dreams really were. Ending sentences with prepositions with wild abandon.

I’ve long been held back by trying to fit into our culture’s expectations of what my life should look like at 35: either the single-but-fab-career-woman or the married-with-two-point-five-kids-and-a-really-cute-dog. (I know it’s not that binary but stick with me just for argument’s sake.)

Guess what? By those measures I am a big fat fucking failure.

Guess what? Those actually haven’t been my own expectations for quite some time now, and I’ve made myself miserable trying to achieve someone else’s goals.

Climbing a corporate ladder didn’t go as planned. Getting married didn’t go as planned. (Maybe yet, maybe never.)

What if I let go of those expectations?

For months now I’ve been telling myself, all you need is already within you. (It’s really frustrating when I reach that conclusion after the end of an hour I’ve paid for.)

But it’s true.

My mom always told me to stop being so dependent on other people. It took losing her to realize that, and to realize that I can do hard shit, I can get through hard shit, and also that sometimes it can be as simple as I can see a movie when I want to (Won’t You Be My Neighbor, SO GOOD) or take a trip by myself.

I was great at being by myself and with myself for a period of time, but I lost my way from myself.

And…

FUCK. All that shit people say about happiness coming from within are so right.

I’m getting on a plane to LA on Thursday because I was really fucking depressed last week and LA makes me happy. (I fully acknowledge the privilege of being able to do that and know how lucky I am.)

I’m doing a lot of yoga because it feels good right now. (NYC friends, I’m looking for somewhere to get a monthly membership, ideally near the Flatiron-ish area—any fun recommendations I’m overlooking?)

I’m run coaching because I LOVE helping people see what I see in running. (Shameless plug that you can learn more about my 12-week training program for your first or fastest half!)

I’m writing, because I haven’t called myself a writer in a long time. But that’s ridiculous. I have a journalism degree, I’ve written this blog for nine years, I have clips on sites like Cosmopolitan, Mic, Modern Loss, Bustle, Greatist (see my clips here, especially if you’re an editor! ha.)

I’m writing because it feels so fucking good when a lot of other shit feels so bad. (This amazing video from Write Doe Bay says it all.)

I’m writing because I abandoned that dream when I moved to NYC and worked for a legal magazine and then in social media because I didn’t think I could make it writing for some big site or magazine.

I’m writing because I’ve said since I was a child I wanted to write a book (I’m working on it, FINALLY! after years of saying “this is the year I work on it!”)

I don’t have it all figured out yet, though, does anyone?

But a year out from knowing I was going to lose my mom, I have a seed of inner peace growing, and I’m going to water the shit out of it. I’m finally opening myself up to learn how to play big, the way my mom would have wanted me to. She’d be proud of whatever I did, but I can’t wait to make her really proud of her little girl. To dedicate a book to her.

I had my first non-scary dream about her last night since she passed. She and a friend were driving to meet me at a race. My number one cheerleader is still watching, and I’m going to make her proud, even, ESPECIALLY, if she wouldn’t agree with all of my decisions.

11 comments on “Some Kind of Peace

  1. Paige

    Wow, thank you so much for these words. I appreciate your vulnerability and honesty. I bookmarked this because these are all things I need to remember myself.

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  2. Mindy

    It continues to strike me how we are at such similar points in our life journey – even if how we got there looks a bit different. The whole time I was reading this, I found myself nodding. “Yep, yep. I get that. I relate.” Sending love, as always, my friend.

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  3. Amy

    Wow! What a post. First of all, sorry about your mom. Losing a parent sucks. That’s all. It just sucks. The second year is a little easier because you don’t get as many reminders but it still sucks. Holiday’s are really hard.

    Anyway – I love your energy in this post and I hope that you can keep it going.

    If you have a minute read my latest post. Not as awesome as yours but about how I flew to London and did a parkrun. That wasn’t the only reason I went. Lol. http://www.amysaysso.com/2018/06/20/my-first-parkrun/

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  4. Mandy

    I’m not a big commenter, but I’ve followed your blog for several years now, and continue to just want good things for you. I just read your Women’s Health article, and girl – it spoke to me. Next month will be 8 years since I too was hospitalized for depression. You would never have guessed it looking at me from the outside, but I had a very similar experience to you, as in one night, I just gave up. I was immediately ashamed, and then called for help. Like you, the celebrity suicides recently have really gotten to me – you never know what someone is going though, regardless of how perfect their life may seem. I really have nothing to offer here other than, I’ve made it to the other side, been back again (well, not that deep, but it never fully goes away) and it is a lifelong struggle, but you will have more positive times than negative, and that’s really what this is all about. I honestly just wish nothing but the best for you, and for you to know you’re not alone. You will find a way to real happiness again, and now you have the tools to dig out when you need to.

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  5. katie

    I need to take myself to that movie, also, things are hard. I similarly judge things by life one year ago. Its not a good habit. I also need to learn to let go, so if you learn any tricks, feel free to share. I can’t wait to hear more about your book!

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  6. Heidi

    Just a personal opinion but I really dislike the term “have it all worked out”. I genuinely don’t believe we are meant to have life worked out, it’s a crazy, scary, rollercoaster journey and that’s what makes it interesting and keeps us going. Although the challenges and lows really (really!) suck, it’s all part of the human experience and it helps us to truly appreciate and cherish the good. For what it’s worth, I have definitely not followed the “traditional” path in life and I could not be happier. I am lucky that I learnt very early on not to care what others think or expect, and I am so grateful that I have been able to be true to myself. Very deep for a Friday morning!

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  7. Robin Brown

    Hey Theodora,

    Long time reader but mostly lurker till now. A friend from college lost her mom within the last year as well and has done a lot of similar travel since. She is starting a traveling hospice so those who are terminally ill can receive support in a last experience. I keep thinking you two should somehow meet because there’s a lot of resonance between your stories. Check it out if you’re interested: https://www.facebook.com/OfMilesandMemories/?fref=mentions

    Best,
    Robin

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  8. Traci

    Your posts keep getting better and better. It’s clear you’ve experienced a lot of life and you’ve done a bunch of thinking this past year. The ‘healthy living’ tone of this blog is taking on a whole new meaning, and I love it. Thank you for continuing to share. <3

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  9. Anne

    It sounds strange, but it is so good to read this. Your openness and vulnerability and willingness to share are astonishing to me – it seems as though you are moving towards the light and remembering the wonderful woman your mother was. Knowing yourself, being true to yourself, and feeding your soul… all good things, and I can imagine your mother (even though I never had the privilege of knowing her) cheering loud and long.

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