I’m a firm believer in the saying “everything happens for a reason”.
A few people might not agree, and I may get some of you “unfollow” me for this blog post, but that’s ok. Everyone has different opinions, views and beliefs, and this is just a snippet of mine. Thanks for coming, I hope you enjoyed your time here.
Fate is a funny thing. Who or what is having this final say on what happens in someones life?
Don’t get me wrong, I’m all for making decisions that are best for you and your family, doing something for yourself, taking control of your future and not letting the past define or decide who or what you have to be tomorrow, next week, next month of even next year.
There’s always a But.
I do feel that somewhere along the way, our paths are etched into some semi-permanent ground. Which means the people we meet, the decisions we make and the curveballs thrown our way are all divots in this path that is shaping us and our lives.
To me, fate is a number of little miracles or hurdles that are all lined up at exactly the same (right) time in your life. The way you PERCEIVE that moment in life is completely up to you. The way you REACT to that moment in life is completely up to you. The path you take AFTER that moment in life is also completely up to you.
I’m going to delve into a more personal topic of “fate” for your reading enjoyment.
This month 3 years ago I was told that my father carried the BRCA1 gene mutation. This meant that there was a 50% chance I could also have this gene mutation, which would put me at a high risk of developing breast and ovarian cancer over my lifetime. This gene alteration has been developed over generations and is now being passed down through my family (little line of hurdles anyone?).
May 2014 was when I was told that yes, I do carry this gene mutation, and yes I am classed as high risk.
Now, it’s very easy to get angry and upset about this. Trust me, I have. And maybe that’s why I’m writing this blog post – the frustration that this is now my reality comes and goes. Just Live is a great outlet for me because it encourages me to take control of what I can for my future – my mental and physical health by what I eat, how I move my body and the thoughts I have.
Back to fate. I could get so angry that “fate” has this in store for my life. Why am I faced with decisions like preventative surgery? Or yearly MRI’s for the rest of my life? Or burdening my family with this “risk”? Or having a child that might go through the exact same thing? Or worrying my parents about what my future holds? So many WHY’s?!?!?!
So, I am allowing this whole experience shape who I want to be as a person. Some of what I mention above I can’t help but worry about, but the rest I just need to trust the process. I don’t know how I’ll feel in a year’s time about surgery, nor will I know what exactly my parents think about the whole situation.
So there is NO reason to let these thoughts consume me. All I can do is take it one step at a time, and trust that the food I eat, the people I surround myself with, the way I move my body, the thoughts I have and my every day life will have a bigger impact on my wellbeing than a stupid gene mutation.
Hopefully this helps someone, somewhere, who might be going through a difficult period of their life at the moment. I mean it when I say trust the process, and that everything will turn out exactly how it's supposed to. Make decisions that are in YOUR best interest, and not to please other people. Rest, breathe, talk to someone you trust and, most importantly, be kind to yourself.
What will be, will be.
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