If you’re keeping up, so far we’ve got through the “why” as in why i am writing all of this, the “how” as in how in hell did I get here, so we’re now to “what” as in what gets me through the crazy, what inspires me, and what it takes to find the new normal. We start with the village it takes, aka the butcher, the baker, the candlestick-maker…It’s all about people, people. If you don’t find yourself in the vignettes I share, please don’t be offended. There are so many good deeds done that I have to limit this somehow, right? I’m not dropping names, just roles. You know who you are anyway. You are the village.
And, in my opinion, if you think it doesn’t take a village, you may be a fool
No man is an island entire of itself; Every man
is a piece of the continent, a part of the main;
If a clod be washed away by the sea, Europe
is the less, as well as if a promontory were, as
well as if any of thy friends or of thine
own were; any man’s death diminishes me,
because I am involved in mankind.
And therefore never send to know for whom
the bell tolls; it tolls for thee.
That pretty much sums it up for me. We’re all connected. Very few people thrive without connection. As a human being, I give. I also receive. In the past 12 months, I’ve learned to be a lot better at receiving. When things go to shit, people will surprise the ever-loving hell out of you by being generous, kind, and perhaps most importantly of all, honest.
I wouldn’t be writing this if my village hadn’t stepped in. I’m not sure I’d be here at all. Probably, I would be here because I am mule stubborn, if nothing else. But just to get real—nobody gets through any situation by themselves. I just don’t buy it.