Life is full of ups and downs. Trials and errors. Successes and failures. Struggles and celebration. Rising up and falling down. Like most people, I have experienced all of these things. Like others, I have fallen many, many times.
But it is not the fall that matters – it’s going to happen sometimes and we can’t avoid it. It’s how we get up that counts. Do we get up bitter and ready to fight the world? Or do we get up, dust off and try again, taking and learning from the lessons of the fall?
Only we can make that choice for ourselves. We can choose to live in anger and spite, or we can forgive, move on and try to do better than before.
What caused the fall (an illness, a break up, a job loss) is not as important as how we rise again.
I fell hard in October. And I ended up laid curled on the ground for some time before I was able to start pulling myself up. In fact, I actually fell further before I found the strength to try to get up.
It was the hardest fall that I can remember, and it knocked me right out. I lost my purpose, my sense of self, my reasons to keep going. For a while, I gave up. I had lost the will to fight. My strength was depleted andJ I had no desire to repair myself again.
If it had been up to me, I’d probably still be in a ball on the ground. But I had people surround me and shower me with love and support. They were patient with me, knowing that they couldn’t pick me up. I had to do that for myself.
They let me find my way, all the while showing me reason after reason why I needed to rise again. So when I slowly began to drag myself from the ground, it wasn’t for me. It was for them. For my parents who cared for me. For my sister who spent time with me. For my friends who called and texted me, for my church who prayed for me, for the long distance friends who sent messages, for my nieces and nephews who always gave me a reason to smile.
And as I began to rise for them, I found the strength to rise for myself as well. To recapture my spirit, my passion, my positivity, my love and my life. I reminded myself of the life still ahead, the God who loved me and had it all worked out. I reminded myself of my own worth and why giving up is not an option.
So, three and a half months after my fall, I am starting fresh. I am beginning again. Not only do I see a future, but I am excited for it. And I have got so many people cheering me on.
Once again, I feel like the luckiest girl in the world.
A week ago I got a new job. It happened really fast. It was the first and only job I applied for. I had an interview on Tuesday morning and got an email less than an hour later asking me to go in for training that night. I was in training Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday, and Sunday. Yesterday I worked my first shift on my own.
I’ll admit it is all a bit overwhelming. Today was my first free day and I was wiped. But it is a good ‘wiped’. It is an accomplished ‘wiped’.
The job is at a local, family run gym that has three locations in Essex County. I am mainly working at the Lasalle gym. It is a fairly stress free job that allows me lots of face to face interaction with people. It’s the meeting and getting to know new people that makes me feel alive. I love working the public! I am able to use my customer service and people skills in a chill work environment with lovely co-workers. And to top it off, I get to wear yoga pants and runners to work! Can’t beat that 🙂
It is a very active job, and since I’ll be at the gym for work anyway, I have no excuse not to work out, which is so important for both mental and physical health.
I’ve also started a new hobby and kept up with my writing, which are both giving me a sense of accomplishment and joy. I have been writing, even if it is just a little, every day.
The hobby I’ve taken up is jewelry making. And it turns out, I am actually pretty good at it. I love it and find it relaxing, and there is the potential that it could become a nice little side business for me. People have already expressed an interest in purchasing some of my pieces. Crazy, huh? I never imagined that would be something I would do.
It’s all a fresh start.
And it has been a wonderful reminder that no matter how hard I fall, I can always get up. There is always something new around the corner to try. There are many reasons to rise again and keep going.
As you face a fall in the future, or if you are in the middle of one now, be encouraged. Once you hit the ground, the only way to go is up. And you can do it.
There are people who love who are cheering for you and need you to get up again. But more importantly, you need to rise again for yourself.
You are filled with beauty, talents, gifts, skills and love, and the world needs you. You are here for a reason. Remember that the next time you are struggling to get up.
And I promise I will too.