By Catherine DiMercurio

I want to be a heron when I grow up. I want grace and patience.

We saw a heron this weekend, my people and I, on a walk after lunch. The heron was standing on a log in a pond, maybe about to catch a fish, maybe not, apparently unconcerned that we were nearby and watching. I wonder what it is like to be still and calm and wholly myself in the midst of a busy, busy world.

If a heron can, why can’t I?

That is, I can, sometimes, but not always when I need to.

One of the things I have always found challenging is finding a way to feel happy, calm, or peaceful in the midst of dealing with some kind of struggle. I always have the sense that once I get past this thing or that, then I’ll be able to relax, find contentment. Maybe that is one of the things this current challenge is trying to teach me. I’m dealing with a major home repair, the kind that requires financing, the kind that it is depressing to spend so much money on, where you aren’t sure you can manage it but you have to. It has left me feeling stressed, depleted, tired. Everyone deals with things like this in one form or another. We all do, throughout our lives. We go through periods when we seem to be hit over and over again.

If we’re lucky, we also go through periods where not much seems to go wrong, and we have an awareness that somehow, bad things seem to be avoiding us. Sometimes, the more things go wrong, the more things seem to go wrong, and it is too easy to lose ourselves in that mode of thinking. Every time I feel this downward spiral, I have to do the mental work of avoiding its momentum.

This past weekend, I tried not to think of the repair that is about to take place, over the course of 2.5 days. When you have a reactive dog, it is challenging to have people who need to work on your house coming into your home. I’m almost as stressed about managing Zero as I am about the financial component of this repair. The disruption to my workday is also a factor. I try to keep things in perspective, try to manage as many of the pieces of the puzzle as I can. At times I sink into a resigned sort of acceptance; this is simply what needs to be done and I’m managing it as best as I can. At other times, I struck with the impossibility of it all, with the fact that not only is there one more thing to deal with, it is a giant thing.

Throughout the holiday weekend, I tried to compartmentalize so that I could enjoy my time, and I did a pretty good job for the most part. I’ve been thinking though about the way people metabolize the obstacles in their life. Some lean into faith; they pray, or accept challenges as some kind of plan they don’t fully understand. Some consider obstacles as necessities in our soul’s evolution. When challenges arise, they are welcomed and met gracefully. Still others embrace the apparent randomness of the universe, and don’t take challenges personally. I vacillate between approaches; I try to be graceful or wise, or calm. But first, it is true that I sometimes panic, depending on the size or severity of the obstacle. I know that part of this reaction is fear, and I ask myself: can I handle this, and how will I handle this, and what if I don’t handle it well, what if I make choices that cost me in ways I haven’t anticipated. That all comes from a not-fully-realized self-trust. But sometimes, I have a sense that though I can handle something, I’m simply tired of handling things. I feel defiant. “No more,” I wish to say, shaking my fist at the universe. But in the end, the fear or panic or weariness is simply futile, and we weather what we must because there is no other way. Life moves us inexorably forward. It doesn’t matter if we feel buffeted by stormy waves, a small duck in a big lake. Sometimes I want to make myself bigger, stretch tall on heron legs, unfurl the full length of my wings and defy storms. But whether duck or heron, we all simply weather the storms in our own ways. We do what we can.

The other thing I’m learning right now is to give myself space to have those moments of panic without judgement. Somethings are genuinely frightening. A huge, unexpected home repair can trigger feelings of financial insecurity in anyone; it is natural that it would leave many people with the sense that something of our essential safety is under threat, especially if we’ve experienced such instability in the past. I might later say, “I wish I’d handled that better,” but why? It is okay for me to feel anxious, to seek emotional support from my trusted circle. I wonder sometimes why I expect that I should feel unflappable, why I view responses such as fear or anxiousness as antithetical to handling something “gracefully.” I do long to feel a sense of serenity, an inner peace that is untouchable, unable to be shaken by woes or threats of any kind. It’s not a bad goal, but if I’m not there yet, then I’m not there yet. There’s no sense in having judgement about it. Maybe going forward, when I’ve had time to rest and regroup after this particular obstacle, I’ll sink into a kind of sustainable peace that will be less disrupted by whatever the next challenge is. Or, at least, I’ll strive for that.

For now, I’ll I can do is endure this latest challenge and trust that I’ve made the best decision I can at the time. I can use all the little tricks I have up my sleeve to get Zero and me through this. And I know I have people to lean on, and I know that leaning on people makes things easier, and also it doesn’t make the challenges go away. We all have to go through what we have to go through, one way or another, though for a long time I think I sort of expected that leaning on someone was sort of like splitting a dessert at a restaurant. You’re too full to have your own, and everyone consumes however many bites feels comfortable for them. But challenges are not chocolate cake.

Take small bites and deep breaths!

Love, Cath