I've been working on this post for some time, as I've tried and struggled to put my thoughts into words. There's no doubt about it -- grief changes us, in many ways permanently. This is not necessarily a bad thing. Oftentimes the biggest losses and traumas in our lives can also lead to the most growth, if we can find a way. I very well might add on to this post as time passes and I can gain greater perspective.
So how has grief changed me? Here are 9 ways my life has changed over the last two years:
1. Less Interested in Material Things
Yes, we all need money. But the amount each of us needs varies. There are two big things money can't buy: true friendship and more time. Buying more things will not bring my mom or the pets back. I've also realized that I don't need anywhere near as much "stuff" as I thought in order to be content. Because of that, I've been much more willing to part with my things, especially when I realize I haven't made use of a lot of my possessions for a long time. I figure a lot of my things would be better off in someone else's hands.
2. Trying to Live More in the Present
I'm trying to not dwell excessively on the past. And if I do, I make every effort to focus more on the good memories. Until recently I've had a bad habit of replaying my final moments with my deceased loved ones instead of focusing on the numerous good times we had.
As for the future, who among us know what tomorrow will bring? My track record for accurately predicting the future has been absolutely dismal. And I had absolutely no idea two years ago that my life would be where it is today. The past is done and the future is unknown. The only thing we each have is the present. And as I read from somewhere about living in the past: "Don't look back -- you're not going that way."
3. More Grateful for the Little Things
There's a quote I heard recently that really resonated with me: "If you're not happy with your morning cup of coffee, you're not going to be happy if you're placed on a yacht." If we don't appreciate the little things in life, having the big things won't make us feel any better. And at the same time, appreciating the little things can help when we're unable to acquire the big things. Make no mistake, I've totally failed at the "big things" in life, especially when it's come to matters of careers and relationships. But appreciating the smaller things, like a delicious meal, or enjoying a beautiful sunny day, or having a good conversation with friends, can really take the edge off a day when you're struggling with grief and sorrow.
4. Not in a Hurry -- for Anything
Running around, being in a hurry, and stressing out over deadlines doesn't accomplish anything. I'm learning to detach myself and accommodate myself to "slower living". When I look back over my life, I wonder why I got so stressed and bent out of shape about things that ultimately didn't matter in the long run.
5. Be More Understanding and Forgiving of Others
My mom, Carter, and Milton all loved me unconditionally. They didn't seem to mind in terms of what I had or hadn't done with my life.
I realize that for far too long that I've struggled with insecurity, envy, and holding grudges, even if I did a good job at concealing those feelings.
Over the years I've encountered a number of people who were mean, hostile, rude to me. On more than one occasion, I eventually discovered it wasn't really about me -- they were having a difficult time of things in life and didn't know how to handle it, or weren't handling it well. When I look back on my own life, I can see times where I didn't treat others in a fair and respectable manner, and I deeply regret that. So I would say that we need to give everyone a fair shake -- we all fall short at times in the way we treat others.
6. I don't play games anymore.
Not with people -- I don't believe in doing that. There were many times, however, when I would play video games to pass the time or escape boredom. For some reason, I just haven't felt the need to do it since my mom and the pets passed. Maybe I don't have the energy or focus, or maybe my interests in life have shifted.
7. I've been forced to confront my fears, insecurities, resentments, and addictions.
Maybe I'll explain more in a later post, but I've come to realize that most of us are dealing with things that we're afraid of. Many of us feel resentment and envy towards those who seem to have life much better than we do. I've come to realize that a lot of these feelings are misplaced. A lot of the time, people who seem to be enjoying a "good life" are just doing a better job with hiding their problems. And as much as we may look down on people who are addicted to alcohol or other drugs, many of us have our own addictions to cope with the difficulties in life, whether it's food, exercise, social media, mindlessly surfing the internet, or whatever. I realize I have no reason to look down on others when I have my own bad habits.
8. Not Having a Home Anymore
Ever since my mom and Carter and Milton left this world, I've been living more of a nomadic life. I don't really have a single "home" anymore. Rather, home is in multiple places. At first, I found this very stressful and disorienting. Now, I've grown used to it. I've come to know different people in different locales, and I realize now that "home" for me is nowhere, yet everywhere.
9. Knowing I'm Not Alone and that Life Goes On
There were many times, especially over this last year, when I wasn't sure if I wanted to live anymore. I still feel like that from time to time, although the frequency of these thoughts has decreased. I've discovered that there are a LOT of people who have endured loss, including multiple losses, over the last few years. I think the whole COVID pandemic has affected a lot of us permanently, and that there is no going back to the way things were before. All the more important for each one of us to treat each other with gentleness and mercy in the aftermath of all that has happened in our world.
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