I will never be perfect, but I like to treat mistakes as opportunities. They’re a chance to do better, a way to measure who I am against who I was. I believe a mistake does not define me; rather, it’s a chance to do better the next time.
Life is like a labyrinth. If you’ve never walked a labyrinth, it’s an experience I highly recommend. Some might equate “labyrinth” with “maze,” but that is a misconception. A maze is designed with confusing paths and dead ends to trick, deceive, and keep one from finding the way. A labyrinth is quite different. It is not a puzzle meant to make one get lost. It’s a tool that helps us find our way – figuratively and literally.
Benjamin Franklin once quipped that, “in this world, nothing is certain except death and taxes.” While many Americans spend an entire season worrying about taxes, there are precious few days where we collectively reflect on death. In this post, I would like to begin by giving a very brief history of Memorial Day and then transition into a discussion on grief and the grieving process, of which, days of remembrance like today can play an important role for the bereaved.
I became a new mom last year, and while this past year has been the most incredibly rewarding, it has also been one of the most difficult and draining years as well. The transition to motherhood is one that is celebrated for its beauty and awe, but many times it is also a transition fraught with anxiety, depression and even sometimes anger and disappointment.