I’m almost 38 years old. Here’s what I’ve learned and experienced about life as I age.
The older I get, the more intensely I feel things. Sometimes
I feel like my feelings are on steroids because of how deeply they are embedded
into my very being. The happy moments- they are full of blistering joy.
Thrilled that I am able to experience such goodness and novelty in the moment,
and I know not to take it for granted. I hold the preciousness of the moment
and the feeling it engenders in my hands. The sad moments? They bring me to my
knees. They are portentous and weighty, and I feel every sharp edge of their tragic
existence and how each cut intimately wounds me.
The only way I know how to live life in light of this
intensity is through meaning-making. This isn’t a novel concept- most people
who work in any type of social services field are familiar with this concept. Meaning-making
is well-known; however, it has not risen to cliché heights because it’s one of
the only mechanisms that can carry us through life’s darkest hours. For those
of you who don’t know what meaning-making is, I want to start with a story to
illustrate the concept, and then I’ll use more precise language to define it.
A couple of years ago, my heart was broken for the millionth
time. I had been dating someone with whom I saw a future with at the time, and out
of nowhere, he broke up with me. I was devastated, to say the least. Not only
was this a loss in and of itself, but the fact that things seemed to be going well-only
to have the rug pulled out from under me- completely shattered my world and
myself.
I grieved, cried, and screamed, and eventually, I picked
myself up again. We don’t really have a choice in these matters. I mean, we do-
we could just lie down in our beds and die- but if we don’t want to do that, we
somehow have to just put one foot in front of the other. I remember making a
progress list those first couple of days. It was a big deal when I could make
myself a meal again. It was a big deal when I had the energy to care if my
house was clean. Those items are tasks that I customarily perform on a daily basis
without any thought, but when you are in the throes of grief, it takes Herculean
levels of energy to accomplish them. It almost makes me laugh. I’m one of the
most energetic people I know- I work 5 jobs and have a ton of hobbies and
friend groups and I’m hardly ever home- and yet when I’m grieving, the most
basic tasks escape me.
I slowly put myself together again, step by step. When I was
finally in a place where I could take care of basic life responsibilities, I knew
I needed to do more. I had been seeing this man once a week, and without him, it
left a huge hole in my social calendar, even with all my other friends and hobbies.
I was at the gym one afternoon, and out of desperation, I asked a woman in one
of my classes if she wanted to go kayaking that weekend. She happened to be
free, and she said she knew another woman from the gym would probably want to
go as well. So, we talked to her, and the three of us went to the lake
together. These two women were named April and Rebecca.
That trip- my courage to simply ask these two women that I
sort of knew if they wanted to hang out- changed my life. April and I ended up buying
our own watercrafts, and the three of us started slowly hanging out more
together. We would eventually paddle down rivers…go to pumpkin patches…mushroom
hunt…etc. These two women have become
two of my best friends, and we often hang out with some of our other mutual friends
together (who I also love and find significant meaning from having in my life! Hugs to all of you!) We are actually planning on taking a couple of trips together in
2024, which is a big deal for me because my natural introvert self is pretty
selective about who she shares her space with. We also have slowly started
sharing more vulnerable things with each other; it’s not a relationship simply
built on having adventures with one another.
If I had kept dating that man, I don’t know that I would have
become such good friends with April and Rebecca. He had been a big part of my
life, and I don’t know if I would have had the energy or time to invest in new
friendships. And it’s really quite funny- I had actually known April and Rebecca
for years at that point as nice acquaintances at our gym, but my life had always
been “full” enough before this breakup that I hadn’t really asked them to hang
out outside of our gym because I always had plenty of other engagements on my calendar.
But that breakup- it left a hole that I knew I needed to fill.
This is what meaning-making is. It’s NOT saying “everything
happens for a reason.” Rather, meaning-making occurs when you find some beauty
in the midst of pain. You find a silver lining that exists in spite of the hardship
you endured. I took something heartbreaking (the loss of someone), and I used
my time to create new friendships. And I am so glad for this silver lining; I
cannot imagine living without the joy of having these two women in my life now.
Do I wish things had been different? Yes, I do. I mean, let
me be clear- I don’t wish that this man and I had ended up together (to be
honest, I realize now that I dodged a damn bullet), but I DO wish that I would
have already found a life partner by that point in time. I WISH I had already
found a life partner by that life phase, I WISH that I could also be great
friends with April and Rebecca, I WISH that I didn’t have to experience hurt
and pain, I WISH…I wish I could have and do all that I have ever wanted.
I wish all that, but of course, that’s not how life works. We
don’t get it all, and certainly, not all at once. But we do receive different
gifts at various points in our lives. And for me, the summer of 2021, it was
Rebecca and April.
I work as a full-time grief counselor. Sometimes, people ask
me how I can do it. I’ve been in this position almost 10 years, and yet, I
still have the ability to continue to hear people’s heartache and tragedy. I can
do it because of meaning-making. I have heard the absolute most BEAUTIFUL
stories over the years. A woman who became a published author after her spouse
died. An elderly farmer who had the courage to travel abroad on a group trip
without knowing anyone prior. Two sisters who reunited after the death of a
parent. A man who started his own non-profit to help those who experienced a
loss like his. The list goes on and on…and I almost think the list needs to be
endless. Because if we don’t experience meaning-making on at least a subconscious
level, I’m not sure any of us would have the strength or hope to continue on
after experiencing devastating levels of loss.