What 26 Years Taught Me About The Things We Think We Need
One of the most surprising lessons from the last 26 years is this:
Many of the things I thought I needed, I never actually needed at all.
I thought I needed certainty. I thought I needed answers. I thought I needed life to make
sense. I thought I needed people to understand my choices. I thought I needed things to go
according to plan. I thought I needed guarantees before I could trust life again.
What I've learned instead is that many of the things we believe we need are actually
conditions we've unknowingly placed on our lives.
And those conditions often become the very things keeping us stuck.
Twenty-six years ago, my son Drew died.
For a long time afterward, I thought I needed answers. I wanted to understand why. I
wanted to know how something so devastating could happen to a little boy who was deeply
loved. I wanted an explanation that would somehow make the unbearable feel bearable.
But grief has a way of exposing the limits of logic.
Some losses cannot be solved.
Some questions never receive satisfying answers.
Eventually, I began to understand something that would take years to fully integrate:
Life was never offering certainty.
I had simply mistaken predictability for certainty.
There is a difference.
Long before I lost Drew, uncertainty was already shaping my life.
When I was 10 years old, my mother, Cheryl, was diagnosed with cancer.
From that moment forward, cancer became an uninvited member of our family. I do not
remember a childhood where cancer was not part of the conversation. Much of my young
life was lived with the understanding that our time with my mother might be limited.
As a little girl, I learned to anticipate loss long before I experienced it.
I learned to worry.
I learned to prepare.
I learned to scan for signs that something might be wrong.
Looking back now, I can see how deeply that shaped me.
For years, I believed that if I paid enough attention, gathered enough information and
stayed vigilant enough, I might somehow protect the people I loved.
I thought certainty would keep me safe.
I thought preparation would protect me.
Life taught me otherwise.
No amount of vigilance could save Drew.
No amount of preparation could prevent a pregnancy loss.
No amount of love could stop cancer from eventually taking my mother.
That realization sounds heartbreaking.
Oddly enough, it was also freeing.
Because if certainty was never available, I could stop exhausting myself trying to find it.
Years later, another lesson arrived through a place I never expected.
My marriage.
For a long time, I believed that if a marriage ended, the relationship had failed.
I believed that once enough hurt had occurred, there was no meaningful path forward.
Life surprised me again.
Today, Joey is one of my closest friends.
If you had told me years ago that we would someday support one another, cheer for one
another and genuinely want the best for each other, I would not have believed you.
And yet here we are.
What changed was not the past.
The past remains exactly as it was.
What changed was our willingness to stop requiring the past to be different before allowing
something new to emerge.
That lesson changed me.
So much of suffering comes from arguing with reality.
We tell ourselves:
I can be at peace when I get an apology.
I can move forward when I get closure.
I can trust again when someone proves they are trustworthy.
I can be happy when life finally makes sense.
But life rarely works that way.
Sometimes the peace arrives before the apology.
Sometimes the healing arrives before the answers.
Sometimes the blessing arrives disguised as something we never wanted.
One of the reasons I care so deeply about this conversation is because I see how many
people are postponing their lives while waiting for conditions that may never come.
They are waiting until they are healed enough.
Waiting until they are confident enough.
Waiting until they are financially secure enough.
Waiting until they know exactly what comes next.
Many of us are living inside an invisible waiting room.
We think life will begin when the conditions are finally right.
What I have learned is that life is happening while we are waiting.
These days, one of my favorite moments happens just before sunset.
The dogs are running through the backyard.
The fountain is bubbling.
The birds are settling into the trees.
And for a few minutes, everything becomes quiet.
Now I know better.
The moment itself is the point.
Not what comes next.
Not what needs fixing.
Not what remains unresolved.
Just this moment.
This breath.
This sunset.
This life.
Perhaps that is the greatest lesson these last 26 years have taught me.
A meaningful life is not built by collecting enough certainty, approval, control or answers.
A meaningful life is built by participating in the life you already have.
By showing up before you feel ready.
By trusting yourself before you have all the answers.
By taking the next step before you can see the entire path.
Most of us are waiting for something.
What 26 years has taught me is that many of the things we are waiting for were never
actually requirements.
And the moment we stop waiting may be the moment we finally begin living.
Continue the Journey
If you recognize yourself in the waiting — waiting for answers, certainty, closure or simply to feel ready — you don't have to figure out what comes next all at once.
Sometimes moving forward begins with one small decision to participate in the life that's already here.
Explore the Living Library
The Living Library is a collection of practices, reflections and tools I've created to help you navigate uncertainty, reconnect with yourself and begin taking the next step — even when you don't have all the answers.
Read Dear Drew: Creating a Life Bigger Than Grief
Dear Drew is about what happens after life changes in ways we never expected — and how we can learn to trust ourselves, rediscover possibility and create a meaningful life without requiring the past to be different.
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