It’s an interesting time in Bloghalla. Even the most cynical among us (what?—you haven’t noticed cynicism?) seem to be ratcheting down the tone a bit. Maybe it’s about these long, cold nights and short, gray days. Tends to sap the vitriol. Makes some of us cranky, others of us melancholy. Or maybe it’s about the-holiday-whose-name-cannot-be-spoken mayhem. Possibly we’re just worn down by the oppressive, toxic political environment. Ditto the toxic environment, period.
Whatever the reason, we’re entering the reflective, end-of-year-pondering season.
In our household, we seek balance between Christmas cookies and Boost. Between living in the moment and anticipating whatever comes next with the upcoming cycle of chemo treatments. Between not-so-good days/hours/moments and their “doing okay, thanks” counterparts. Even in the duel with cancer, life is good. Blessed are they who so lovingly support us in this, for they shall be called angels.
In the language of yet:
“I can’t do that” becomes “I can’t do that...yet.”
And then there’s this—my personal favorite:
“We don’t have the answers" becomes "We don't have the answers…yet.”
Praise Mayo Clinic, the National Cancer Institute, the University of Michigan’s Comprehensive Cancer Center, Baylor College of Medicine and all the others guided by yet.
egregious closes this way:
Whatever your tradition, you can tap into the message of hope for the future. Believe in something better, and take the first tiny steps in that direction. Amazing things can happen.
She’s right, you know. Politics. Relationships. Environmental healing. Social justice. Cancer. Believe in something better. Which translates into hope.
Wishing you all a peaceful, hope-filled Christmas, Hanukah, Kwanzaa – whatever your tradition.