In Greek mythology, a phoenix is a long-lived bird that is cyclically regenerated or born again. Associated with the Sun, a phoenix obtains new life by arising from the ashes of its predecessor.
Wednesday, October 11th, 2017 was a hard day for me, yet it was also a wonderful day for me. I left the life I was accustomed to for the last 36 years, the family and friends that I’ve known and grown with, the land I knew like the back of my hand. I went to a place I knew very little about, with no family and friends anywhere near, to begin a family of my own with the woman I am engaged to, the woman I am completely in love with, the woman that I will spend the rest of my days with at her side.
It saddened me immensely to leave all of my accustomed comforts behind, to now have to rely on one person instead of being able to depend on multiple.
Do I know that I can rely on and count on my fiance to replace all of my old comforts with new and greater ones? Yep.
Do I know that I have to be reliant on myself a little once again instead of letting myself be completely reliant on others? Yep….to a point right now, seeing as my current state of health has me fairly blind and fairly immobile.
I know that my family will always be my family and the friendships that I’ve forged over the years will always be there. I know that the sadness and fears that I have are because I’m stepping out of my comfort zones and that the sadness and fears are justified….but also shouldn’t keep me from moving forward.
I arrived into the world blind, at St. Joseph’s Hospital in Phoenix, Arizona, almost 37 years ago, on a cold December day.
I departed that life, in Phoenix, Arizona, blind, on a cold October day. I arrived into my new life, still just as blind, in Evergreen Park, Illinois.
I have begun my new life blind, both in vision and knowledge of this land, but in time, hopefully one vision will recover while I’m sure the other will improve.
Phoenix falls, Phoenix rises anew.