- Ibuprofen (Check)
- Clothes for any possible temperature(Check)
- Audio book downloaded (Check)
- Night-light (??)
Yup night-light. Iām not afraid of monsters under my bed, more of what goes bump in the night- like me- right into a bathroom door in an unfamiliar place.
I donāt sleep well when away-extra pain from travel, bad mattress, etc.so when awake, I use the rest room. The bathroom wasnāt far and I didnāt want to turn the big light on and wake my husband (occasionally I’m considerate like that). I thought Iād walk in safely by doing -you know- the zombie walk- with arms (or for me one arm and a cane) out in front, and, BAM! Walked right into the door. Now, I needed ibuprofen that I unpacked in the kitchen earlier.
While doing my best Ninja impersonation sliding up against wall (to avoid anything that might be in my path) from the bathroom to the bedroom door leading to the kitchen, it dawned on me-my phone has a flashlight! Once again, I prove that owning a smart phone does not necessarily mean Iām a smart user. Anyway…
I knew I wouldnāt fall back asleep, so I decided to read in the living room. For Christians itās the season of Lent and I brought the book, Whispers of Rest, by Bonnie Gray with me. I first discovered her blog posts on (in)courage and felt a connection through our Asian American heritage. Her words drew me in and keep me inspired. I enjoyed her short daily chapters that ended with reflection questions. I answered them in a notebook, and then extended it to writing scenes for my current manuscript drafts.
That morningās journaling along with my recent door āincidentā, had me realize that I was searching blindly for any remedy/solution for the extra pain from my newer medical issues. I desperately wanted to at least feel the age I am instead of 30+ years more and feared the progression of my RSD symptoms. On the writing front, I had been researching for my manuscript drafts, yet still not sure which direction I wanted to go with them. Instead of hitting the proverbial wall, I hit a door (you know I’ve got to be different) š Not that morningās actual wooden door kind, but the exhausted, anxious, conflicted, pain filled, and defeated door-which hurts a heck of a lot more. Itās harder for me to open and walk through, thatās for sure.
You see, before our vacation, I felt depressed and worried that I wouldn’t enjoy our daughterās last Spring break with us (sheās graduating from college in May-Wait, WHAT?!) š My pain level prior to it made it difficult to leave the house for doctor appointments, let alone going somewhere fun. Thankfully, Hilton Headās temperatures were much warmer than NCās and we spent more time just being together than going places. However, we did see Captain Marvel (AMAZING Movie!!) but more importantly all of the cinema’s seats were recliners, Yāall! Perfect to keep my leg from swelling!
This year our mom/daughter beach day tradition began with a light breeze, warm sunshine, and hardly a cloud in the sky. As I watched and listened to the swishing of the lightly foaming waves reaching the shore, my body relaxed, and I sighed. It was as if the refreshing ocean air pushed out all that fight or flight that’s been stuck churning inside me in that one exhale.Ā Thatās one of the reasons that the beach is my happy place.
I love that I can’t see whatās beyond the horizon-reminding me that possibilities are endless. Something I easily forget. Later we watched two dolphins jump in and out of the water, almost as if to remind us itās okay to take time to play without any other porpoise (sorry, couldnāt resist) in mind. The quiet moments just sitting with my daughter on our beach towels cradled by the warm sand, are just as precious as our conversations. I marveled at the fact that she was no longer the little girl wanting to build sand castles, but a young woman about to graduate college and start building her own life (although she still relied on me to pack the sun screen, water and snacks for the beach) š
Lately, my paths shifted way too often from the direction I originally intended. I had no control over which doors would slam shut. But Iām starting to realize itās not necessarily a bad thing. Even if it may feel that Iām blindly walking into doors when I could have used a flashlight to light the way. Hindsight is always 20/20. Some days it seems Iām failing at each opportunity I step toward, and I think maybe I should just stop trying, already. But if I keep stepping forward, (okay, more like stumbling forward), on a different course than what Iām comfortable traveling, somewhere along the wall I eventually find a door and choose to step through it.
Sometimes whatās on the other side of that door, may be a blessing/success others will notice, but the more important ones are usually felt in our heart. It might just refresh my soul-allowing me to create, not for perfection, but just to enjoy creating for myself in the moment.
This feeling of contentment may not announce itself with a parting of the clouds, or bright light āAlleluia!ā moment. Instead, it’s in the quiet form of a hug from a loved one, lunch with supportive friends, an inspiring comment to a blog post I wrote, a student telling me the story I wrote about someone I loved touched them deeply, or the comfort of just sitting on the beach next to my family. I will have times when no matter how much I prepare or how frantic I may feel; I cannot control or foresee all possible outcomes to a situation-thatās where prayer(flashlight) comes in. Although, I still highly recommend packing a night-light.
What would be the top 4 items on your packing list?
Iām also sharing this post at:Ā Welcome Heart.