2/22: Grateful to take a step back and just breathe.
Splashing it up!
I’ve been on a hiatus from these postings. Sure, I’d like to call it a sabbatical, but really it was just a hiatus. It feels good to get back to completing this goal.
The past few days have been an incredible time being together as a family and I’m so grateful for that. And true to form, we are back at the military life. The grind of the military lifestyle can sometimes be so very stressful; in fact, today I’ve been thinking that this is just like those first few seconds on the roller coaster. Did she really just say roller coaster? Who thinks of a roller coaster while talking about military life? Do they even have roller coasters in Hawaii? Nope. Stick with me here.
After waiting in that ridiculously long line, being herded like wayward cattle up the turnstiles and listening to way too many teenagers try to curse their way to cool, it is your turn to ride. You’ve strapped in, some helpful employee has come by to check the harness, never once looking you eye-to-eye and that causes a bit of concern. The rickety old cart starts forward then you see that huge hill in front of you. The sound reminds you of John Deere revving the engine, even though you’ve never really heard one aloud. For some reason, the cart has to pause at the base of the hill, making you look closer at what’s going on and then, finally, you are being tugged upward. The sound of the chain grabbing the bottom of the coaster seems to ring in your ears. Clink, clink, clink. The sheer anticipation of what is beyond that crest is about half of the thrill of the ride. Your mind wonders, “Is the loopty-loop on the first hill or does it come later?” Clink, clink, clink. “Is this one of those rides that goes backwards, too?” Clink, clink, clink. “Why did they convince me to go on this crazy old ride? How old is this thing? What am I doing here?” Clink, clink, clink. As he crest of that hill has been reached you’re nearly screaming to yourself, “Why do they always put the biggest coaster next to the parking lot? Don’t they know how teeny the cars look from here? I’m gonna puke!” And then… pause. “Why the pause? I hate the pause! Just get this stupid thing going! Oh crrrrrap!” And you’re off!
Ah, sweet anticipation. I say let the ride begin. If there’s one thing I’ve learned over this past little while is that there are some things that I simply cannot control. Or fix. Or trade-in. It just must be dealt with, trudged through to learn the lesson. And you know what? I’m finally ready to learn. I can only take control of my little corner of life, and I’m learning to relax, feel the butterflies in stomach as we make some crazy turns and enjoy the ride.
I’m sure I’ll look back on this one day and think, “Whew. That wasn’t so bad. The cars weren’t that teeny, were they?” And I’ll laugh. But that doesn’t mean I’ll want to ride it again.
For the roller coaster ride of this exciting, crazy, stressful, messy, hilariously beautiful life, I am so very grateful.