Unwritten

Me standing on a dry river bed wearing a summer dress. The photo was taking las summer.

The Revelations prompt for this week is Unwritten, a song by Natasha Bedingfield. I know the song, but have to admit never having listened properly to the lyrics. Nor until now to have actually read them. Actually they are really making me think.

This is the first verse:

I am unwritten
Can’t read my mind
I’m undefined
I’m just beginning
The pen’s in my hand
Ending unplanned

So many times in the course of a life, I have felt like this. That the future is there for the taking and that no one knows where it will all end.

Today is a special day. It started early with a hospital appointment, one where the first of the doctors I see have discharged me. What started at a breast clinic with. a biopsy in 2018 is slowly coming to its end. In a good way because the oncologist told me that I can stop the tablets I’m on at the end of the year and don’t need to see her again. I have one annual mammogram left and then a consultation with the breast surgeon in December. That will be that. I no longer need to be defined by anyone as a patient who had breast cancer.

Reaching for something in the distance
So close you can almost taste it
Release your inhibitions
Feel the rain on your skin
No one else can feel it for you
Only you can let it in
No one else, no one else
Can speak the words on your lips
Drench yourself in words unspoken
Live your life with arms wide open
Today is where your book begins
The rest is still unwritten

During this blogging A-Z I’ve been writing quite a bit about the fact I feel stuck. That the job I took on before Christmas has been great. But that it has worn me out. Now, though, today I see the light at the end of this tunnel. As I mentioned in my. previous post, I’ve just turned down a job. Instead I’m planning new things, new places to visit. Different things to do, for us to do.

Sometimes we need days like today. Really positive events to remind us that we are the ones who can write the pages of our own book. Because most of what is still to come is as yet unwritten. And you know for that I am grateful beyond words!