I was dreading my first day back to work. It isn’t because of the work; it was more due to facing the people. Emotionally, I was so fragile and I felt so vulnerable all day long. I thought about the boys returning to school almost immediately and wondered if they had it right. At least then, it made sense to cry at any given moment.
The traffic was light as the neighboring school district was on their spring break. I got to work about 30 minutes earlier than expected. I arrived in my office to find a bright yellow miniature rose plant in the center of my bare desk. The first of many tears began flowing.
The morning was challenged by me being locked out of the network, my mouse not working, hundreds of waiting emails, and a required training session that was scheduled at noon. *sigh*
The day passed relatively quickly considering that I wasn’t accomplishing much of anything of value. But I was setting myself up for future productivity so all wasn’t completely lost. I felt lost, but okay until I came out of the bathroom around 2 pm.
I was leaving as someone that I know, but not well, was coming in. She was surprised to see me and expressed her condolences. I said “Thank you.” She continued. Her father had the same kind of cancer, lung. He had surgery but it spread to the brain…six years later. She said that she knew what I was going through.
But I couldn’t really have her well-meaning gesture. Instead, I felt uncomfortable and felt trapped between her and the bathroom door. I wanted to cry, but not in front of her. I hardly knew her. It completely unnerved me.
It wasn’t long after this that I asked my boss if I could leave for the day. Then I went running.
Today, it felt like a blessing to have not run the long run that was scheduled for Sunday. The emotions that were perculating in me would take more than a few miles to process. I was sure of that fact.
I made my way to the open space preserve and was soon tackling the hill that had kicked my butt a few weeks ago. It’s a hill that I know well as it was Tom and my favorite of all the trails in the park.
I began to climb. Up, up, up I went. All the while I could feel the intense emotions rising to the surface. I ran and sobbed at the same time. I thought of the rock climbing at Alissa’s party and my brother-in-law taunting Boston. In my mind I told myself that tackle far more fear than that, but not for Boston. I would indure the pain and work of climbing as high as heaven to have just one more kiss to my forehead and hug from Tom.
I would climb up to heaven, but I would need to have someone to balle me so that I could come back too. I’m not ready to leave earth just yet. There is so much more I’ve yet to do. But it’s one thing to know this, and another to gain the courage to move onward and do it. That’s what I must do though. I must go on.
And so, onward I went. One step at a time, I ran up the hill. The sky was clear and blue. The view from the top was breathtaking, reminding me of all that is wonderful right here and now, and also that I am a very capable woman.
I know that each day of this journey will be different. Like climbing the hill, some days it will be easy and other times it will kick my butt. As long as I keep my eye on my goal, and remember the path that I have traveled, I will know that I can achieve what I am after – whatever it may be.
Lisa says
What you are, is amazing. It was good to hear your voice today. :)
L
IronMo says
Julie,
How ironic that your first day back at work was the day of the Boston Marathon.
Yesterday’s race was challenging and tough, but you’re going through such a hard
time and continue to hold your head high and soldier on. I thought of you when
my legs hurt and I wanted to stop. Thanks for giving me the inspiration to keep
my head down and plow through the wind. You will keep surviving, and it will
get easier.
I have no doubt you’ll be on the starting line in Hopkinton in 2008, with Tom,
and the wind, at your back. Cheers, Maureen
21stCenturyMom says
Onward, ever onward. Some days just swinging your legs out of bed will be an
accomplishment and some days you will feel great. It’s good that you know that
already. It’s good that you have your boys to keep you going, too. And it’s
good that you have running for distraction, for solace, for a sense of
accomplishment, for a goal to move toward.
Virtual hugs to you from the northerly direction.
backofpack says
I don’t know if I could have climbed the wall, even on my best day. I’ve got a
little fear of heights too.
So, the first day is over. Maybe the dread is gone? I hope it gets a litte
easier each day. You are very, very capable – you’ve proved it a hundred fold
over the last several weeks.
Have a good 2nd day back.
Robb says
I agree with Michelle that you’ve proved how strong and capable you are to keep
moving forward. Onward! You’re strong!
Wes says
That’s just…beautiful. Everyday, a little more, Juls.
21stCenturyMom says
I just found a link to this poem and thought of you.
http://www.gratefulness.org/poetry/peace_of_wild_things.htm
The Peace of Wild Things
When despair for the world grows in me
and I wake in the night at the least sound
in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be,
I go and lie down where the wood drake
rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.
I come into the peace of wild things
who do not tax their lives with forethought
of grief. I come into the presence of still water.
And I feel above me the day-blind stars
waiting with their light. For a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.
— Wendell Berry
I hope running can serve the same purpose for you.
21stCenturyMom says
The Peace of Wild Things
When despair for the world grows in me
and I wake in the night at the least sound
in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be,
I go and lie down where the wood drake
rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.
I come into the peace of wild things
who do not tax their lives with forethought
of grief. I come into the presence of still water.
And I feel above me the day-blind stars
waiting with their light. For a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.
— Wendell Berry
http://www.gratefulness.org/poetry/peace_of_wild_things.htm
Perhaps for you running will be your wild things.
waddler26.2 says
You will find your way step by step and you will learn as you go to find your new life.