I have to let go of all of those thoughts and doubts and limitations I put on myself personally, professionally, emotionally and physically. I have to trust that I am new. I have to know that I did the work. I have to believe in myself and my new wings as much as those that see me when I soar and glisten do.
I'll treat my cancer wholeheartedly each time it flares up, and do whatever I can between occurrences to keep the disease at bay for as long as possible. And I'll live my life with joy and gratitude in the meantime. Because peace is less stressful and more sustainable than war, and love is more powerful than hate. Always.
I realize this is a meditation moment. I sit down in the sunken living room next to the Tibetan prayer wheel by the fireplace, arranging myself into a lotus position. I breathe in gratitude for the cycle of seasons in New England, refusing to complain about record snowfalls, instead focusing on the preciousness of just this moment.