I used to believe in overnight success stories. People who had a dream and just “made it happen.” Now, I know better.
It’s been seven years since cancer propelled me to the other side of the world. At the time, I was aching for a way to shake off the shadows of sickness. I wanted to free fall into new tastes, textures, and experiences. To feel scared of an unknown I had chosen, instead of the uncertainty cancer had foisted on me. It was the spring of 2011 and I ran away from my life without any idea of what I was running towards. The time since then has made all the difference.
From the first morning of my volunteer placement in the townships outside of Cape Town, he tiptoed into my heart and began to heal the fractures cancer had created. With his big eyes, chubby legs, and infectious smile, I woke up looking forward to the moment his little hand would slide into mine. When he was hungry, wanted his bottle, or needed a diaper changed, he would come and find me – his eyes speaking volumes – even though we didn’t share the same language. This little boy’s love and belief in my capabilities reminded me that cancer had not broken me and I still had so much to give.
I returned from South Africa filled with ideas about creating an organization to help other people heal from cancer through volunteering and travel. I wrote posts about my big hairy audacious dream and became the kind of person who gave up my apartment, sold my possessions, and set off on a six-month trip around the world. Sometimes, I miss that version of myself. The wide-eyed, big-dreaming, blog-writing, freedom-seeking girl. The one who had delusions (yes, delusions) that it would only take a year or two to build an organization and I would soon be rubbing shoulders with people like Oprah after both writing a book and launching a movement. Now, I realize, this wildly idealistic phase was a necessary step to arriving here. A weathered, but wiser woman.
I don’t pretend to have all (or even any) of the answers. But, here are the seven things I wish I could have told myself seven years ago:
Thank you for giving me the opportunity to share the highs and lows of these last seven years with you and for being such an important part of our tribe. Here’s to a beautiful next chapter in each of our evolving stories.
Comments (6)
This is spot on! You know how to “dare greatly”, T. Thank you for all that you do!
Awesome blog! You are very wise. Thanks for sharing!!
I remember meeting the other you on your way through Peru… a chance meeting at an airport…. and a strong connection. I’ve loved following your work and your life. YES ! to the wonderful adventures that are ahead on your path. xo
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Great insights! Congratulations on the long road less travelled, let’s walk this path again together sometime, someplace…
It would be great to reconnect! A lot has happened since those days in LA. Hugs to you!