We went for a day adventure to the Bighorn Mountains close to home the other day. Walking up the fire lookout was a brutal assault on my lungs. Not only was the elevation a challenge but the crisp autumn air pierced my lungs as I climbed the short path. I found myself unable to look up or around me and take the view without gasping for air. I now wonder if the phrase or term “breathtaking” was invented for the moments that take our breath away or for the views that make us lose our breath to reach.
Whatever takes your breath away either literally or figuratively in life you must honor it. Give yourself time to reach the top; the goal; the end. If it is something worth sacrificing your breath for be sure to give it credence and continue to seek it.
I often feel this way about having babies of my own. My life circumstances to the date of this post haven’t allowed me to fulfill this lifelong dream, however. I find myself daydreaming about ways I will announce to my family and friends that I am pregnant. I picture a scene that literally takes my breath away while I stare down at this beautiful creature that is made out of love and the best of the two of us. As I look down at that wonderful gift I will ask if they know everything I went through to have them in my life.
Whatever part of the journey you’re on to attempt to have a family of your own or coming to terms with your options you are not alone. There are so many of us in the same situation even if yours doesn’t immediately match mine. I wait every 6 months to hear if my disease has progressed, if I need to switch to medications or if my options to have my own family biologically are exhausted. I know all of my options at each stage and I’m comforted with knowing but it is important to never give up on the breathtaking moments that you dream of.