Today wasn’t the easiest day .
It wasn’t the easiest when it came to eating, since my body was sore and Ed was loud after my incredible dinner and dessert last night that I let myself fully enjoy without him in my way.
It wasn’t the easiest when my dinner plans that I had made got cancelled, which other than feeling kind of lonely also left me to eat with just Ed. An experience that while was hard, I can say I did pretty well and am proud of myself for.
But I’ve learned throughout this year that not everyday or every hour or even every meal for that matter is going to go the way we plan it.
And sometimes it’s ok for things to be canceled, or for feeling to be a little lonely, or for meals to be a little hard.
Maybe a year ago, before I began walking this path to recovery, I would have thought that today was a terrible day.
I would have thought that whoever cancelled on me is a terrible person, and I would have thought that because Ed is loud today it means I really messed up yesterday, and I would have thought that feeling lonely meant that I am alone in this world.
But I sit here tonight, and I truly don’t think any of those things are true today.
The person who cancelled on me had another plan come up, and while it’s not the same thing I would have done, they are just a human being, who like me, deserves some slack.
Just because Ed is loud today doesn’t mean I messed up yesterday, it means I stood up to him yesterday and enjoyed myself with my family. Good for me.
And just because I am feeling lonely at the moment, I know that I am so far from being lonely in life.
If anything, this journey has brought me the closest that I’ve ever been to my loved ones and friends.
I guess what I am trying to say, is that where at the beginning of this one year journey, I was scared to leave my world of black and white, I can now officially say that I’ve learned and embraced how to live in the gray.
I haven’t mastered it by any means, but I think I’ve done a pretty good job of learning how to live in it.
Of learning how to live in a world where canceled plans don’t ruin my day, where Ed being loud doesn’t mean I am a failure, and where feeling lonely is not a finite definition of my life.
I don’t think perfectionism can exist in a gray world.
I don’t even know if a perfectionist can live in a grey world.
With that being said, I don’t know if I can say that I am 100 percent free of my old perfectionist self, but I can say, that I’ve let go of a lot of her throughout this year.
The more I let my perfecionist self go, the more I learn how to master living in the gray.
The grey used to mean unknown weights, unknown calories and unknown foods.
But now it means understanding cancelled plans; it means knowing that feelings do not define us, and it means knowing the difference between Ed’s voice and my own voice.
If I am only seeing this beautiful part of the gray world after one year of recovery, I can only imagine what other beautiful parts of this world are still waiting for me to come discover them.
That’s definitely a journey that will take more than a year, and maybe it might even take a lifetime.
How blessed I would be to spend the rest of my life living and uncovering this gray world, and not another day living in the perfectionist, Ed-dominated world of the black and white.