People ask me everyday what I learned or do differently since breast cancer. This is it.
Bounce or bouncing back are words I’ve been thinking about a lot lately. I described it to a friend the other day as the ability to bounce back from really crappy things that happen in life. There is some importance to the speed and the resiliency in which you recover, heal and move forward even when faced with terrible things. It seems like some people are able to bounce high and light, no matter what the challenge and others struggle for altitude in a state of semi deflation.
When you bounce well you move forward, progress, and learn. Bouncers seem to go with the flow, change and adapt. Good bouncers seem really happy. This isn’t to say that bouncers don’t get upset or mourn or get angry, I think they do, but they don’t spend an enormous amount of time or energy there and they don’t get stuck in those feelings. These people seem to have strategies for handling the hard stuff too-some kind of tool box they go to when things get rough. Family, community, or nature, are maybe some of these tools. These tools seem to help them bounce.
At first glance this seems like it is all a head deal but maybe there is more to it than that. There is something to be said for feeling physically good and maybe that plays just as a big a role in bouncing as the mental thing does. I think about moving and fresh air, good food and rest and how good you feel when all of those things are happening, consistently. Your body hums in thanks, adding to your bouncing ability.
So when asked, the thing that I’ve changed most in the last several months is the diligence I place in making sure that I can bounce. Especially because I know I will use bouncing skills over and over again. Life is not one smooth ride, after all. This bouncing thing takes work and practice and isn’t easy but the resilience I feel post BC is the payoff.