Right there in the middle of things.
Sunday hikes are when I do some of my best thinking and processing. The combination of nature, expansive views, physical movement, and solitude is a powerful one. One that I can’t yet wrap my head around how I went so long living in NYC without. This past weekend, I was listening to @brenebrown’s book, Rising Strong, for part of the trek and had a realization.
Brene started talking about something she likes to call Day 2. Day 2 is after Day 1, the beginning, but it’s not yet Day 3, the end. In fact, it’s that space in between while you’re in the tunnel and it’s gone dark. You’re too far in to turn around but you can’t yet see the light at the end. She references fighter pilots who take off with just enough fuel for the mission, reaching a point of no return to the original location, they have to follow through.
I realized, I’m in the thick of Day 2 with my own health and healing. The middle of things. I spent years agonizing over my health issues. Wondering how I’d ever solve the puzzle and live life according to my own standards. I demanded answers from dozens of doctors, both traditional and functional, pleaded with the Google search bar on a nightly basis, and did everything possible to keep my head above water. Anything to stop from sinking.
But all of that thrashing around wasn’t wasted. It was Day 1. It was the beginning of the journey that lead to the answer of this complicated tapestry. Now that I have that answer, I’ve been ushered into Day 2. That’s where the real work began though. It’s one thing to have the answer, and entirely another to implement it. That requires discipline, dedication, courage, and patience. It also requires a vision of Day 3. Even if you can’t yet see it. You have to remind yourself there’s a light, a horizon, over and over again.
So as I move through Day 2, the only way to the other side, I’m continuing to come back to that reminder. And when the light starts to flicker and the horizon appears, my promise is that I’ll share the answer it took me thousands of hours, tears, and just a little blood (😬) to find so you don’t have to walk in the dark alone.
Life by Design was born out of a need for my own self-healing after decades of unresolved illness. It wasn’t until finding the courage to look within that I discovered it was my own belief system holding me back from experiencing a truly thriving life. We all have access to that thriving life. We just need to rediscover our power and ignite the healing-self. Only then can we unapologetically live a life by our own design.