Today’s prompt is to write about something that makes me feel strong. One way for me to feel strong is to be physically strong. At various times in my life, I have enjoyed lifting weights. I miss it, but it is not something I feel safe doing when I cannot reliably communicate with people around me. For the time being, planks at home are my weigh bearing exercise, and I can always do more of that.
I feel strong when I am able to get things done. Completing tasks, influencing outcomes, and looking back at what I have done makes me feel strong, if not always satisfied. There is value in “finished” even when it is not perfect.
Loving, living life, and being open and vulnerable ironically makes me feel strong. I am resilient in the face of a thing that is ephemeral and cannot last forever because we do not last forever. To be open despite understanding that we come into this life to lose everything we love and yet to experience it, to engage with life and love, feels brave and strong to me.
