The people of our lives can often times be seasonal – swiftly floating into our lives, to again swiftly leave for a new season to take its place. I bet, if you thought about it, you could identify the specific relationships that have had an impact on the person you are today. Whether they are a friend, family member, colleague, or simply an acquaintance – your seasonal relationships came in with a purpose, sometimes their season lasts a lifetime and sometimes, thankfully, their season is short lived.
The older I get, the more confident I am in my ability to identify the influence of the universe in my life, specifically in my relationships with others. I am able to see the invisible connections that have drawn me to individuals, and that awareness makes me so much more appreciative of the lessons I learn, the support I receive, and the positivity that the right people bring out in me.
See, everyone’s got something. Something they have to carry with them day in and day out – you have two choices: you either accept it and move forward, or you let it completely consume your life and relationships. I know, without a doubt, that one of my favorite people was put into my life to remind me that my experiences, no matter how dramatic, are a small part of this universe. She has taught me how to care for others, and to think beyond my little place in this world. We were brought together to care for each other, to support each other, laugh together, roll our eyes together, and to remind each other to get our shit together.
Last week, she sent me a blog post to read. She had been posting about spoons (yes, spoons), and I finally asked what the metaphor meant. She texted me a link, I looked at it and quickly took in the overall concept, but kept going. After a few more posts about her spoons, I decided that I need to better understand – my friend was speaking a different language and while that isn’t quite out of the ordinary, I needed a translator. I read the post and immediately started crying. For the first time, I understood what she was going through, at least I felt like I understood. I’ll never fully understand, you can’t unless you live it. And that concept, I “get”, more than anything.
The gist —> Someone with an “invisible” illness starts each day with a handful of spoons. Each spoon represents one task, one action, one responsibility as they make their way through life. Need to get out of bed? One spoon down. Need to get dressed? Toss another one. Have a meeting at 9am? That’s at least two. Eventually, the little things in life that we take for granted are EVERYTHING. Once you’re out of spoons, that’s it, you’re spent for the day. Some days you have twelve spoons, some days you have three. But the point isn’t how many spoons you have, it’s that you have to think about the spoons at all, things that you’ve never paid attention to before are now more important than ever. Read the entire story here.
I sent off a text to my friend, apologizing for not reading the entire post the first time, for not understanding what she was going through, and really, to offer her all of my spoons. All I wanted to do was help her keep her spoons. She became my motivation to push harder and think beyond my current circumstances. Lesson learned universe, lesson learned.
While I know that she is not going to be a “seasonal” person that is whisked out of my life just as quickly as she came into it, something brought us together and I will forever be grateful for her presence in my life.
Moral of the story? Be mindful of your relationships, thinking beyond just your place in the world. What lesson did the universe intend for you to learn? Be grateful for the lessons, for the support, and for the seasonal people that stick around for a lifetime.