Just Keep Swimming, Just Keep Swimming

Growing up, I was never afraid to fly. I loved flying...and when the plane sped up for take off, that was my favorite part, because it gave me such a rush. In college, I had a friend who was a pilot, and we caught a ride on a Leer Jet from Dulles Airport to Ocean City for the afternoon. Because my friend knew the pilots of the privately owned Leer Jet, they told us that we could stand up while the plane was taking off rather than being safely buckled into our seats. At the time, it was a total blast because the Jet was so FAST at take off. Looking back, I think, 'I wouldn't do that now'...

And then one day I was on a flight from Palm Springs to Washington, DC. I was eating my awful plane meal, that included bread that tasted like the packaging it had lived in for weeks no doubt, and watching my movie with my headphones on, and the plane...dropped. And my food almost fell off my tray table. And to my right a girl in her late teens, early twenties started screaming. Like bloody murder. Which really helps. It was just really bad turbulence, but it went on for a few hours and it managed to give me a splitting headache and officially took away my fearless attitude when it comes to air travel. I sat there and prayed...which sounds really silly now, but I was scared I wouldn't make it home, because I had never been on a plane that experienced that kind of violent turbulence.

I took that trip 3 months before my dad passed away.

I think of my life in terms similar to BC and AD, in regards to losing my dad, because when I look back at now what is almost 3 years, I realize that my life was headed into an extremely turbulent time, that would last quite a long time. Everybody talks about the light at the end of the tunnel. I'm just now starting to see that light, and to enter, what I hope, is a calm and peaceful time for me, at least for a little while.

And then I got married, which has been wonderful, but set into motion other major life changing events. My husband and I decided we were going to move from the DC area over wine at a Middleburg, VA, winery. And so we moved to North Carolina. We loved being close to my brothers and made some amazing friends, but it wasn't the place for us, so we moved to Charleston. And as much as I loved it in Charleston the second we moved here, at first I was very, very lonely. We couldn't afford to fly back to DC to see family and friends. The reason? My husband has been, for the most part, looking for a steady job since May 2010. Living on one income for almost a year has not been easy, and I know I'm not alone, especially in this economy, but financial difficulty can break even the strongest person and relationship.

But somehow, we have managed to make it through. And, by the grace of God, we have met some amazing friends since we moved to Charleston, and reconnected with some old ones, and for that I am so grateful. These friends have helped me to gain the peace I now feel. I have heard recently that everyone is a work in progress, and you just 'have to make it through' the hard times. I fully subscribe to a saying that my dad used to say: never complain...never explain. I hope I haven't complained that much over the past few years, despite how difficult of a time we have been having. I hope most people didn't even know how hard of a time we have had. And that's why I'm ready to be honest now, as we are very close to being out of the weeds, and the light at the end of the tunnel continues to get brighter and brighter.

And a few weeks ago I was on a plane from Charlotte to Charleston. It wasn't a long flight, and it was about 10:30pm so the lights were all out unless someone was reading, but most people were sleeping through it. And the plane dropped and steadied itself, over and over again, barrelling through the night sky. And this time, I wasn't scared. Giving up control and having faith that everything will be okay is not easy, but sometimes it's what needs to happen to make it through the darkest times. And sometimes people need to know they are not alone, even when all of the lights are turned off.

I dedicate this post to my wonderful, talented friend Darcy, whose father passed away two days ago of cancer, and who stood next to me in the ICU when I found out that my dad died, and hugged me when I cried. I love you and will be here for you when you need me. XOXO.