In My First Last Year, I talked about the emotional impact that the song “Sunday” from Sunday in the Park with George had on me. Now another song from the musical prompts me to rise from current challenges so I may again wring the most from this delicious experience we call life. I’ve got to “Move On.”
Life has brought recent hardships. My husband, Jerry, has been gravely ill for several months. After doctors ruled out simple solutions and started testing for cancers and tumors that could make his death imminent, we once again reassessed our lives to ensure that we’d said everything that we needed to say and had everything legally in place for me and for our children and grandchildren.
Just before Jerry went into the hospital, our house flooded and destroyed half the contents. We moved. At the same time, our 14-year-old dachshund, Joey, whose brother Rex’s story is chronicled in detail in My First Last Year, succumbed to rapidly declining health. Amid all our other challenges, it seemed Jerry and I were also on the brink of making a fateful decision about ending our beloved pet’s life.
Jerry ended up in the hospital. After a weeklong battery of tests, his prognosis was a relief. So far as doctors could tell, they found no traces of anything fatal.
Thank God, we sighed.
Instead, doctors removed his gall bladder. But Jerry continues to suffer stomach ailments that have baffled three rounds of specialists.
Throughout these months, Jerry and I have been scared, depressed, grief-stricken, and generally thrown from our usual affirming focus on positive spirituality. But the song “Move On” kept thundering through my brain, forcing me to stop trying to figure out how things shifted, and to simply Move On, Move On.
While teaching another FLY workshop this year, I took to heart Spirit’s prompting and moved on. I set new goals. I gave my life a new guiding theme. Move On. It immediately freed me, and in turn, Jerry, from the emotional mire of our challenges and catapulted us toward new flight. We don’t yet know where it will lead, but we are perched on a pocket of air whisking us toward more vibrant life. Concerns that held us down have given way to hope about uncharted vistas. Nothing changed but our perspective. The fluttering inside that we identified as fear we have renamed anticipation. That simple shift in thought has brightened our entire outlook.
Not surprisingly, when we changed our thoughts, our reality shifted. Hope now permeates our lives. Jerry is gradually feeling better. Joey has responded to a new pill regimen. No longer in pain, Joey has regained much of his vitality.
Whatever your current challenges, face them, make a decision about them, and then free yourself from their mire by pressing forward. Choose a new thought, take action, and hold fast to the faith that sustains you. It will enable you to move on.