No matter how many books I read on Buddhism, the power of acceptance, or mindful presence, or whatever else is on my current spiritual buffet, I remain with a resounding thought: Are we there yet?
Meaning… am I there yet?
In January (just about two months away!!) I’ll celebrate two years since chemotherapy. Recovery has included every single aspect of myself: mental, spiritual, emotional, financial. And there were times it was painstakingly slow that I cried almost every day. And then there were times it felt like 10 seconds long and I could stand in my present self and be completely shocked that I made it this far out.