Infertility and Interpreting Signs
I look for signs everywhere.
It works out well.
I find them everywhere.
I find stop signs in a lot of places, usually on corners. Yield signs, informational signs, push, pull, open, close. They are usually quite basic. And often they are in direct opposition to one another.
Some are very black and white.
Not if you feel like it or are in the mood.
Let the other person go first.
Another way of saying wait.
Move it away from you.
Bring it towards you.
One of my favorite moments that I remember quite frequently happened while I was really struggling and feeling a lot of pain.
Making the effort to go to a 6:30 a.m. yoga class in a studio almost 40 minutes away, I was tired to begin with and the sun had not even risen yet. The sun started to rise while we were in practice. Right beside me was a window, shining out into the light. As it became lighter outside and the colors began to saturate the landscape, I noticed a sign.
It said “Road Closed”.
That’s different than detour, which to me means go around. Find another way.
Nope. Simply road closed.
Being deep into a self pity party at that particular moment of my life, I almost giggled.
Yep, road closed.
Nothing like a road closed to make me want to go there.
Yeah, laughing at one’s self is not a bad idea. My pity party started to evaporate, lift off my shoulders. The sun was rising, with or without my feeling sorry for myself.
And as the light flooded into the room, as my heart opened to something other than my own small miseries, I saw it.
And now, yes, I did laugh out loud.
And on either side of the road that was closed was a road leading up to the top of the hill.
More than one way to get there.
I loved it.
Signs are there with infertility as well. Maybe one road is closed. Maybe eight roads are closed.
Find the way to your dreams, to your family.
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