For as long as I can remember, I
have not liked surprises... even good ones... ever... OK, once, but being so honest is really
blowing my hyperbolic blogging...
It's not that surprises can't be
really great. It's not that they can't
be turning point moments or important markers in our lives. They certainly can, but I'm a planner. It's not that the best laid plans don't ever
end up as a pile of garbage at the end of the day. Heaven knows this has happened to me over...
and over... and over again. But I guess
I'm more like Effie than Han (don't worry, friends, more YA fiction references
are coming your way all week long). Go
ahead and give me the odds. That doesn't
necessarily mean I'm going to make the choice with the smallest risk. In fact it'll probably go the other way,
because that's just who I am. But at
least I'll know what I'm up against...
If you need a good example
regarding my lack of love for the spontaneous, let me share a middle school
story. I was thirteen years old... eighth grade... totally boy crazy... and I
finally had a "boyfriend," which seems a little silly to me now,
because in that era the verbiage was that we were "going out," but
where do thirteen year olds really go?
School hallways. With
lockers. After dances in the cafeteria. OK, fair enough.
After much contemplation about
whether or not I was ready for my first kiss, I planned it. Who
does that? It's rhetorical. That poor boy. I mean, we had to talk about it for a full
week... on the phone... every day... before it could happen. I am withholding his name, because the truth
is we're Facebook friends, decades later, so this post will show up in his
newsfeed, and it's bad enough that I'm subjecting my own family to this
story. I'm sure he neither wants nor
needs this kind of Internet fame...
On a warm night in May, dressed
in a pink and black flowered bodysuit (I'm trying to decide if it's more
appropriate here to tell you that I kept that thing for almost forever or to
ask why my mother let me wear what were essentially onesies for middle-schoolers),
smelling like Teen Spirit (how I wish this was a clever nod to the song, but
it's actually a reference to my deodorant of choice at that time), I
experienced my first kiss backed up against my locker, just praying no adults
would walk around the corner, because I was terrified I'd get in trouble! It was exactly like I'd planned it, and today
I can't decide if I remember every detail because first kisses are memorable or
because I ran through the plan so many times, before the actual kiss, that I
had it down to a science (much better science than that time my eighth grade
science teacher brought in mercury for all of us to touch or that other time
when we blew up the science lab ceiling).
When I started writing this,
there was a point...
I like to have a good plan. I like to know how things are going to turn
out. I like it so much that I will even
sacrifice a pleasant, surprising, spontaneous moment for the sake of being
prepared. Every... single... time...
But there's a flipside, because
even though some surprises could be
nice, many of them just aren't.
The other day I posted a
vaguebook status that read, "A year ago, if you had asked me what I
thought I would be doing or how I would be feeling right now, this would not
have even been on my radar..." I
posted this at 4:50am. I did not expect
it to be widely read. And yet, there
were comments. The first one took me by
surprise, but it shouldn't have. The
first comment was clearly made by someone who assumed that I was excited about
this moment in life. I mean, what else
could I have possibly meant at this hour of the morning? Everyone loves a good pre-5:00am departure
time, right? The comment was about how
amazing God is, and please don't misunderstand, I completely agree. God is amazing. God is really, really amazing. But it the midst of feeling super horrible
about the surprising way my year ended up, I was not in any way willing to
credit this awfulness to God. Not to my
God, anyway. Not to the God who loves me
and has been with me through every single moment that has sucked. Not before the sun rose and I pulled out of
the driveway to do the things I never dreamed I'd be doing, because they were
not the things I wanted to be
doing. Not on that day.
Later in the day, I read a quote
that said, "Adulthood is like looking both ways before you cross the
street and then being hit by an airplane" (Purple Cover). Well, that resonated deeply. Too deeply.
Imagine, I couldn't stop laughing because it resonated so deeply...
But the best part was something
my friend, Pat, said: "There are times that it isn't good to know. We would be
overwhelmed!" Oh.
Yes. This.
The
truth is, if I had every detail planned out, and if I knew... with certainty...
that everything would always go as planned, I would probably never be able to
do anything. I would constantly be
trying to find a way to make things better... more perfect... just
perfect. If I always knew what I would
be doing or how I would be feeling in the wake of every choice; it would be
difficult to choose. I would never be
able to choose between good choices,
that's for sure.
And I
think that might be the crux of it for me.
What I'm doing right now is really, really good. I can't run around feeling guilty, anymore,
about the fact that I can only pour my life into a couple of places at a time. I am the queen of stretching myself thin...
or something... I love deeply. I love so deeply that it literally,
physically hurts when I can't be where the people I love are, especially when
they're hurting... especially when they have needs, and I can see how I could
help, but I'm not there. Especially because I'm not there, because I
wasn't good enough to get there.
But
here's the thing... If I was there, I would be crying and
bleeding over the people who are here. So whatever.
I guess it's gonna have to hurt (there's the song reference). But that doesn't mean there isn't something
incredibly good yet to be squeezed out of this.
I wonder if there's a plan...
Well said! I'm totally the opposite I'm a go with the flow kinda person. Hard to believe we get along so well lol! It was great catching up with you our I guess unloading on you! You got this! He has the plan and I believe we are following His plan no matter how thin we spread ourselves or how tired we are! Chin up butter cup!
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