Sometimes I say, “Yes” by accident. That’s when I follow up with, “Help”. What I was once capable of may no longer be so. What I aspire to may only exist in my head. Do I have the energy? Will I disappoint? What have I unleashed?
“Yes,” could very well lead to death.
Don signs up for Tae Kwon Do lessons. It’s on his bucket list. He surprises me with a membership for two. Well, I can assure you, the first word from my mouth is not “yes”. But I acquiesce to his desire, his logic, and three months later we, both sore from head to toe, sign up for four nights a week. Six years later we earn our black belts.There were many times we talk each other through the day’s pain and fatigue and I am amazed at our strength and perseverance … our synergy.
“Yes,” is hope in action, a time to transform, to say, “Bring it on”.
In spite of doctor’s warnings and the high probability of our infertility anyway (given that we both endured aggressive chemotherapy), Anna was conceived. Alas, Don and I had accepted the offer to rededicate to a life beyond ourselves. As co-creators with God, we had somewhat miraculously found ourselves smack dab in the one life we wanted all along.
“Yes,” is love in action, contagious, like a good invasive species, building a kin-dom.
“Yes,” is my reconnection to a calling: knowing what I am good at, doing more of it, all for the greater good, The Good Life.