I came really close to writing this at 3:45am as I was in the living room having a middle-of-the-night snack for the third night in a row, but wisely decided to go back to bed. Now it’s 8:25am and my living room is blazing with sunlight. I’m sitting in my purple loveseat in the corner bay window with my back to the sun–it’s not high enough yet to shine onto the screen. I can see the shadow of myself on the sofa across from me, twirling its hair, thinking.
Yesterday, I went on a glorious hike at Lands End with my friend K. She told me about attending a retreat with Thich Nhat Hanh recently and how she had multiple epiphanies while there, realizing that she never has to be scared again. Then, as soon as the wheels of her plane touched down at SFO, real life came rushing back with all the fears and stresses of real life, and rather than staying mindful she found herself spending hours and hours catching up on the final season of Breaking Bad.
This sparked so many important thoughts for me. In a flash, I sort of had the same epiphany–we’re stuck in the mire of fear-thinking so much of the time, and for what? Does worrying make anything turn out differently? Does anxiety give us more control? I awakened into that moment–to my own fears, to the warm, sunny air, to the vibrant colors of the ocean, the cypress trees, the families out walking, the parking lot closed due to the federal shutdown. As long as we are mindful, we can choose; and we can choose not to be afraid.
In the next moment, I started cataloging my fears and realized just how scared I am, all the time, about so many things. Absolute baseline is: is the baby OK? I just read in What to Expect that a common feeling in the third month of pregnancy is, “Still, a sense of unreality about the pregnancy (‘Is there really a baby in there?’).” Symptoms are real, and also maddeningly variable, but the interpretation of what’s actually going on inside is extremely virtual. After seeing the heartbeat, it’s much more real, confirmed by medical technology. Then, as time goes by between appointments, more and more uncertain. I find myself making bargains with whoever’s in charge, “If the baby is OK, I can deal with anything else.”
But let’s discuss the everything else, because it’s not insignificant. While it would be imprudent of me to write in detail here about work, let’s just say that in the past week it has become clear that my job will be exponentially more stressful and difficult between now and the end of the year. I really wish this wasn’t happening now, but it is, in my first trimester, and I have to power through. There is no partner to lean on or less stressful job to apply for, this is the deal, this was part of the bargain. I can do it, and I will, but it makes me tremble like a little girl with monsters in her closet.
And what about once the baby is here–what if I can’t do this job? What job will I do? Recently, new SMC mom C who runs her own business looked at me across a café table and told me how well set up I am with a corporate job and benefits. Yet what about the travel, stress, long hours? So many trade-offs. I dream of a more flexible work schedule but remind myself that I choose to live in one of the most expensive cities in the world. Of course I think I deserve a year off to figure it out… (Kickstarter campaign? Move to Canada?)
Then there’s the wildcard of–what if I never meet a dude? K just told me about a woman she met who was 4 months pregnant as an SMC when she met her husband on match.com. Now their kid is 14. I am taking exactly zero steps to solve this given its relative low priority at the moment, but it’s still big fear that somehow I will continuously make wrong turns and not bump into him for decades longer.
As I sat in the dark at 3:45am wrapped in a blanket, eating cereal, and looking at my laptop blinking on the coffee table, this post started to form in my mind, in the voice of Marcel the Shell with Shoes On. A small, vulnerable, scared voice. I am scared of all this! And I didn’t even add in all the random terrible things that can happen, to me or those I love, that are the inevitable last stop of the fear spiral.
K and Thich Nhat Hanh remind me that everyone, EVERYONE, lives with these fears, about money, work, health matters, relationships, family issues, etc etc and if you don’t then it’s because the bottom has never dropped out, and it always drops out eventually. We all have a choice when we’re mindful and present. Am I OK, right now? OK. Call off the fight or flight. There is a lot to be grateful for.
With this post, I am manually shifting into feeling more like a strong woman who acknowledges her fears, her almost complete lack of control of outcomes, her commitment to doing her best with whatever arises, and her faith that things find a way to work out. And things are great today. I woke up 10 weeks pregnant. I put my hands in prayer to say THANK YOU for another beautiful day in my amazing apartment with a baby on the way and everything I need, including you, my dear readers and community of lovebugs.
May your Sunday be fearless. xo
13 thoughts on “fearless”
Wow. Thank you for sharing that wisdom, girlfriend! Such an empowering post for this fine Sunday (and every day). Sending love…
Love to you! I just finished the book you gave me, Giving Birth. So well written and researched and considered–I learned a lot from it. Thank you!
Wonderful post! I read this feeling like you write exactly how i feel… Mind you i miscarried but i will get prefnant again and be back to that point where i will be scared of all thise things too.. But we are fierce women, and when there is a will there is a way… If you are happy in your heart about your choices, i believe everything else is just details 🙂
Namaste to you solo mama!
So glad it resonates. Best of luck getting pregnant again–as you said, we are fierce and determined. It will happen. Namaste!
Dear, dear K,
I am so in awe of your beautiful and heartfelt and heart-shared posts. You are one strong and inspiring woman! Keep up the good you are doing. Lots of love and support, Carole
Thanks so much, Carole!! Lots of love.
Solomama …. with you, still. Now, with you more — I think I may be pregnant with Choice Baby #2. I’ve been having all these symptoms …. but I know the mind is powerful and it can trick you (been there, done that!). So, thank you so much for this post. I too am scared my Solomama friend … but all will be well. All will be well.
Sending love across the Orange County airwaves !!
Good luck, Angel! Please keep me posted, I’ll be thinking good thoughts for you.
Hi Somomama… tested negative. But … I’m staying positive. I think it may be time to let go of the dream (of baby #2) and maybe make a new one. One and done is good too, right?
Hope you are resting at 3:25 in the morning.
So sorry, Angel, and glad you’re staying positive. I hope you’re having a good heart to heart with yiurself about next steps.
I count TNH among the voices that have talked me through the most stressful times in my life. You’re so tapped into that wisdom, and are doing so much good in the world by sharing your journey, K!
Thank you, Dern! ❤
What a lovely post – about what we pretty much all go through as solo mama’s 🙂 doubt and fear is for me, the normal reaction of someone who truly CARES – and that in itself makes me believe that everything will be just fine, because when you care enough, you make it happen, no matter what 🙂
Loved the insight, great to read you!