This week consider the concept of reflection. In a physical sense it happens when we look in the mirror, or when we see our reflection in shop windows as we pass by. Both can be equally scary!!
But reflection can also be an internal process where we consider past and or present events in our lives and evaluate the impact, if any, they had on us, albeit character building or just life experience.
Michael invites us to go where the prompt leads and looks forward to reading our responses on his original post below.
I wrote this post over five years ago, and it still holds true, but with recent events, I’ve been reflecting on my life, more aware than ever of how precious life is and how important it is to me to not only be loved, but able to love in return.
The catalyst for me to visit Bro in NZ in 2010 was the loss of my BIL, who wasn’t that much older than me. It proved then that we never know what’s around the corner, and how in the blink of an eye, life as we know it is abruptly changed.
I am fortunate to have Hubby in my life, though we have had a few heart scares with both of us. It’s a wake up call on not taking things for granted and trying to get our ducks in a row in case of calamity, tragedy, or misfortune.
We are both practical people, good at working through a crisis, but when that is actually at our door, understandably things can fall apart.
I find myself thinking of times way back, most happy memories of childhood and growing up, then my adult years and the problems I faced. Going through divorce, I was able to return to the parental home and had their love and support through that difficult period.
I moved away and when that relationship started to crack, I was on my own to deal with it.
Once capable and confident of driving, I went ‘home’ practically every weekend rather than stay with a person I could not bear near me. Responsibility made me return for the weekdays, but I was working so it wasn’t that bad. I methodically planned my leaving, and it’s a miracle that neither he or his family got wind of it.
I’m not proud of the way I left, but I had no other choice, knowing from past efforts him preying on my conscience and empty promises to change which lasted less than a week.
It made me stronger though, and more determined not to be taken for a mug again.
Losing Dad in 1996 and Mum last year left an emptiness that cannot be filled. I dream of them together, young, fit and happy, and that thought warms my heart.
I wish family circumstances were different, but accept the way things are.
I’m a firm believer in that the past makes us what we are today. Life throws us curve balls and we can either duck, get hit, or have a damn good go at fielding them out elsewhere.
We learn by example or experience, and whilst it may not be very nice at the time, it can be turned around. In my case, it was being stubborn, refusing to be browbeaten, and the support of my Dad and Bro who turned up with the van to collect me that Friday in March thirty years ago.
Thirty years. Almost half my life. I have done so many ‘firsts’, shared high and lows, beaten cancer, got out of debt, and share my life with a guy who loves me wrinkles, warts, wobbly bits and all. Life is good and I am truly blessed. I couldn’t ask for anything more.