I could not do it. Since the Boston bombings, as I sat to write on my blog, no words would come to me. Having lived, studied and worked in Boston for many years, I could not stop thinking about the horrible events. Nothing I wanted to write seemed appropriate enough or worthy of a blog entry. Everything felt so trivial in comparison to the mayhem in Boston.
How could I write about my silly experiences, stories or events? It felt disrespectful and selfish discussing my insignificant little life, while so many were suffering.
I have Rheumatoid Arthritis – AND? At least I have all my limbs and extremities in tact. Yes, I experience pain on a daily basis – SO? It is nothing like the excruciating physical and emotional pain felt by the victims of the bombings.
I am going to turn 50 in September. Really? That’s my dilemma?
As the days passed and the suspects were still out there, I began to think about the want and longing we all felt for some sort of normalcy. We could not wait until the suspects were caught so that we could go back to our routines, as mundane as they may be, and to our little insignificant lives.
Psychologists were advising that parents continue their daily regular schedules with their children, in order to ease their anxiety. None of us could truly get the atrocity of the bombings out of our minds as we grieved for those affected, but we tried to resume our lives because – we had to.
Soon I realized that I had to move forward. That, as trivial as my life is, it is nevertheless, my life. Not unlike the lives of many out there.
You see, although major events in our lives can shape us into who we are, it is often the simple routines and experiences that bring us joy and that make us feel blessed.
We all have silly stories to tell and experiences to share. We do not have to be famous, on a reality show or on the news to be relevant. Our voices and opinions matter to us and to those who choose to listen. We enjoy reading about other’s lives and opinions and learn to find the humor in the difficulties we face.
There are atrocities happening every day. We cannot ignore them or avoid them, but we can show our strength by continuing to live our lives the best we can.
I look forward to sharing more of my silly insignificant stories (like how I got my thunder thighs) with you, on future posts! 🙂