Thinking through the most momentous milestones in my life, I think I’ve got it down to these:
- The day I moved away from home to go to college
- The day I got out of an abusive relationship
- The day I met my husband
- The day I moved overseas
- The day I birthed my baby girl, naturally, with no drugs
- The day I was honest with my family about my unbelief
This isn’t to say that graduations or celebrations or moving other places or the first time I tried a white mocha or polarized sunglasses or a myriad of other very significant times in my life weren’t important — just not quite the caliber as these others. What’s the connecting factor?
All 6 days instilled in me a sense of a powerful self. And after experiencing #6 yesterday, I no longer think it is just a sense. It is the truth — I AM powerful. I faced, waded in, and conquered my deepest fear, and instead of emerging lifeless and trembling, I feel as the sun rays coming through a dark storm. This self of mine may be new and inexperienced, may feel a bit naked and unsure, but I am empowered. It may be (and is) bruised from others’ reactions to it, but my thought process is changing to a compassionate “their loss” rather than a fearful “my pain.”
I am so excited for my own vibrancy that will be birthed from this. No longer crippled by the fear of fear, I will finally be introduced to myself. Welcome to life, me!