Friend: Hope all is well. How’s Chitown?
Me: All is well & kicking…it’s been a journey…i have a lot bottled up in me ready to be expressed in one of my infamously long, expressive emails…you know where I am speaking from the heart, butt naked honest and encouraging others to LIVE to the fullest! I’ll copy you on the email
I like it here a lot, loving the summer especially.
Hoping Falcons & Bears can get it on in early September!
By the way, how are you?
(end of email exchange)
You don’t realize how many habits you have until you move. I am not just talking about move to a new house, apartment, etc. I am talking about the kind of move where you totally uproot from one city to another. The kind of move that forces you to downsize and finally face all of your collected junk. The kind of move that brings fear, excitement and a host of other feelings simultaneously. The kind of move that takes you far from your comfort zone of lots of friends coupled with the closeness of family. The kind of move where you can’t anticipate everything, no matter how well you plan.
The kind of move that brings needed space from all the distractions that hamper and impede GREATNESS. The kind of move that’s so bold everyone pauses and then congratulates you, because if you are bold enough to make the move all they can do is congratulate you. The kind of move that makes you fight doubt and angst day to day because nothing is the same anymore. The kind of move that takes you from southern drawl and slang to a dialect that does not invoke any feelings because its void of an accent.
How’s Chitown…? I love Chicago and Chicago loves me back. Embracing and choosing to love Chicago is probably why the move is working for me. I have had my moments – a little bit of loneliness, missing family/friends, longing for some familiarity. I have repeatedly looked at picture albums to “remember when.” I have repeatedly wrote in my journal. I have sought the company of the few friends I have here.
I have had adventures on my own (mostly during the day, i am staying safe for those that love me afar). I have met new friends. I have new interests like mole (mo-lay) and red wine. I have resumed old habits – cooking at home, eating out, going to the museum, exercising, enjoying time alone, curiously exploring what’s in the city I live in, etc. I have minimized some old habits – shopping, traveling, eating cupcakes and other sugary treats, etc.
HUMILITY…then honor. VULNERABLE…and open to the possibilities God opens the door to. SURRENDER…my all to God. FAITH…substance of things hoped for, evidence of things not seen. TRUST…in the Lord with all your heart. LOVE…is an action word. I made an art project out of these words. It was comforting, when I needed comfort. It was a creative outlet when all my jewelry supplies/tools were still packed away. It was early April and Cubicle Land (where I work is all cubicles) was not sitting well with me and had me in a moment of doubt.
None of these words – humility, vulnerable, surrender, faith, trust, love – make the average person comfortable, they are positions you have to accept and welcome the experiences that accompany them. These words evoke a myriad of thoughts, feelings, and memories. So I humble myself, vulnerable to all the goodness Chicago has to offer, full of love and faith, ready to surrender and not fight the feeling – trust that!
Stretch Me Out
Love never gives up, never loses faith, is always hopeful, and endures through every circumstance. (1Corinthians 13:7 NLT) This is probably the easy part, I am a big dreamer and extremely hopeful. OK, so I have faith that God is in control and His will be done in every circumstance – not always easily understood or readily accepted. Doesn’t mean I am not tempted to give up on people, doesn’t mean that my faith isn’t stretched, doesn’t mean that my hope doesn’t battle doubt, but it means that the Lord provides the strength and encouragement to endure. Endure to a new day and to take advantage of opportunities that are present, not fretting over what wasn’t, isn’t and may never be.
I am being stretched in lots of awkward positions as a result of this transition.
So I want my friend, and others, to know that I am well and taking it one day at a time, not in a rush for much, but hoping certain things come to pass. I am especially happy to be writing and sharing my experience.
It feels like I am chronicling all the GREATNESS I was previously to distracted to effectively work towards.