Hello. It seems like it’s been
awhile since I’ve done a Sunday post…with my recent trip out of town, I was
unable to put something together…Part 7 is where I left off…
Since the move from NC in 2010…life
has been one roller coaster ride after another. As I’ve said…these posts are
neither rants, nor pity sessions for me…but a way of journaling for myself.
Being brave and sharing something so personal to an audience I hardly know…
I share One Piece at a Time….I’ve
shared about my Son. My husband and his “news”. The loss of my job. Debt.
Losing my house. My disability. Divorce.
What do I say today? Do I feel sorry
for myself? NO. I fight the good fight every day. I do the best I can with what
I have and who I am.
My recent trip to NC opened my eyes.
I’ve never done ANYTHING on my own. I’ve been a mother since I was 17 and
married at 18. All of which became my identity. Now…kids are grown. Life stood
still with no job. And the Hubs and I are alone. I knew long ago I wasn’t
happy. But I stayed. I stayed for all the wrong reasons, and for all the right
reasons.
The night before my flight I could
feel the fear. It was talking me out of going. The “what ifs” sank in. The
“I’ll be so far away” the “Can I?” kind of thinking…seems silly, but fear of
the unknown…even though I was going to a place I called home…crept in. I told
myself…I wasn’t going to give in. I got up at 5 in the A.M. and proceeded to
get ready…had my coffee…did my hair and make-up and finished packing for the
ride to Chicago…
The drive… I was nervous. But I had
to fight through the fear. I boarded my plane without a minute to spare and
down the runway we go! I was so nervous getting out I forgot to buy a magazine
to preoccupy my time…so two hours of pure silence! I’m not one for silence…I
can talk to anyone…but not today. The plane makes its way to our scheduled
destination…I can see the stadium…the streets…I am a kid in the candy store!!!
I get my rental car…I head straight
to campus and surprise my friends and old co-workers…I meet a friend for dinner
and then the night sets in…I check into my hotel…Alone. Alone Alone…see where I
am going? I feel a little panic. I start to cry…thinking, “What am I doing?” I
immediately find the “emergency exit” and plot my escape…BUT WHAT FOR? I pull
it together…find some comfort...do some self-affirmations and allow myself to feel
what I need to feel and see the new day…I get up…get ready…take in the day…and
again, the night falls…again the FEAR creeps in…until it doesn't...I think to myself…”What in the world?” And then my courage sounds off like a fog horn! I
am Woman! Hear me roar…or something like that…Very empowering this feeling. I
get up the next day…Alone…I decide I want to see the Island…and off I go…Alone.
It was Grand! I soaked up the sun…came back...and did a little shopping...this night...more peaceful.
The last day…I get up early…it’s
Mother’s Day…my son calls me…wakes me…and then my best girl…I climb out of bed
and prepare the another day on the Island…this time I stay a little longer…I
smile as I type this…the feeling rushes through me and I can see myself driving
the two hours down the highway to make my way to the Island…I sing along with
my music…loudly! And dance in my seat…not a care in the world….
I conquered something on this trip.
I found courage I didn’t know I had…in a place I called home. Funny how the
moments where we call home…we find ourselves on shaky ground…fearful…can I,
will I, should I…the answer is…Yes. I am proud of myself…let the healing
begin…One Piece at a Time.
More to come…Be Good to You.
Smooches,
Lola
Great post! Glad you found part of yourself on that trip!
ReplyDeleteMe too! Who knew, even in the moments when fear creeps in, you find courage when least expected...Never say never.
DeleteI am so proud of you for finding the courage to do this. I've been wanting to do something similar but I can't quite get brave enough to actually go through with it. I admire you. I look up to you. One day I'm going to find myself alone on a plane, and I'll think of you :]
ReplyDeleteYou can do it! I'm reading a book I think you'd like...I'm gonna post about it this week...I smile when I think of you on the runway on that plane...I always think to myself...am I the only one on here who wants to yell "Woo Hoo" as the plane takes down the runway...he he
DeleteHugs
Fear has a way of making us feel tied down and hold us in a stagnate state... It's good to hear that you conquer it when it rears its ugly head.
ReplyDeleteCourage, I find to be so personal and it's beautiful to find in one another.
Fear has a way of rearing it's ugly face on many occassions...The trick is...to overcome it. This I am learning. And I couldn't agree more about the courage part...to find inspiration in others to look for courage is beautiful...Good to see you.
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You should be so proud of YOU for taking this trip on your own! It sounds like you're going through some healing and that is so exciting. I'm so happy for you that even though your were "alone" you enjoyed yourself and you were also able to spend some time with your loved ones. I'm excited to see what the future holds for you. I know it's going to be something amazing!
ReplyDeleteProud I am. And love your words of encouragement. I've got lots of work ahead of me...getting over the fears is my biggest obstacle. Change is hard. Change is good. Doing things on a new and different path...can be exciting despite the twists and turns...Thanks again.
DeleteHugs.
I was out of town for work reasons and just got to read this today. So proud of you Lola! Healing has begun and now, look forward to the many surprises life will put on your path. And I'll be here on the sidelines applauding your every step of the way :)
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