Don’t Cry Over Spilled Milk
I recently had a doctor’s visit and I was advised that I am likely developing migraines. That wasn’t a surprising diagnosis. I wasn’t even worried much about the news. My concern is what led to the potential migraines in the first place and why now?
My mother had a million sayings. Most of them still don’t make much sense, but that’s my mom. If it made sense to her, it better make sense to you. Like many mothers out there, she used to say, “don’t cry over spilled milk.” I’ll tell you. A lot of milk has been spilled and I grew tired of crying a long time ago.
I remember asking God why I could not just have a little bit of grace? I mean… how much can one truly take without falling completely apart? I searched for answers. The same message repeated itself. Keep writing. Keep writing. Keep writing. That’s what I did.
Sitting down to write has always been a place of liberation for me. In all of the madness life throws our way, I have always found an escape by putting my thoughts on paper or in this case, typing them. This past month has been a different kind of challenge for me. Being blindsided was not on my radar, but that is by definition how it happens. With the way things were moving in my life, I did not expect to be hit with such force or to react in any way considering the work I have committed myself to. Things were going well. Like much of my thirties thus far, I was surprised yet again.
I never had the opportunity to truly celebrate my 30th birthday, because of our good friend, COVID. I haven’t celebrated much of anything in my thirties. Quite frankly, they have been defined by loss. When this year arrived, I decided the best gift I could possibly give myself was to write It’s Gonna Hurt, But It Won’t Kill You, so in this season of my life, at least I could celebrate something.
I’d like to say I’m done crying over spilled milk, but who knows what tomorrow brings?
I’m here and working to be better every day. That is all that matters to me right now.
Wherever you are in your journey, the goal isn’t perfection. The goal is to make progress, so continue moving forward. I had to remember it too. If you keep falling, God will keep picking you up.
Lastly, remember . . . It’s gonna hurt, but it won’t kill you.
-TK
