I am still traveling in my little old RV. I’m parked near a woman who is, maybe, fifty. She lives in the same RV Park as her mother who is probably in her 70s. Every day she walks to the bar at sunset so she can walk her mother home. She told me the other day that she had cancer that had metastasized to the bone and she had 5 to 8 months left to live. I tried to gently coax her into traveling since she lives in an RV, feels fine, and it seems to be something she wants to do. But no, she can’t, she has to stay put to make sure her alcoholic mother doesn’t fall and break a hip walking home from the bar. Her mother will probably die of cirrhosis of the liver before cancer takes her daughter.
There are no chains on her windows, there’s no fence and gate around her RV, her mother is barely coherent when she is awake because she’s always drunk; and yet this woman who feels fine and has so short a time to live, prefers to enable her mother to drink. She said that for as long as she can remember that’s all she’s ever done.
I hear “I can’t” all the time. “I can’t, I have to do laundry.” We don’t really “have to” do anything except breathe, drink water, and eat a little. I’ve gone for many years without sleeping so I know we don’t need that, although it makes life a lot better and happier, we don’t actually need sleep.
Rethink all the “I can’ts” in your life. How many could you do without? Would your life be happier if you said, “I can?”