Dear Dad

Dear Dad,

I think I’ve been doing alright.  I’ve been really busy with work and school.  I can’t believe I’m 40 years old.  I see the grey and the wear around my eyes, but I haven’t changed much on the inside.  I know it’s this human condition that we are all subjected to, but I just can’t get used to not having you around.  I wish I could talk to you.  You always helped me make sense out of chaos and confusion. 

In case you were wondering, the world is still a hot mess.  And in the midst of it all, I can still have a moment of utter silence and a soft breeze when I get to witness the splendor of God’s Glory in a colorful silken flower.  It’s as if nothing exists in the world except that moment and that flower and I am nowhere but in that bubble, not wanting to snap out of the trance.

Dear Dad, I wish I could share my experiences with you.  Those things I find unbearable or not particularly interesting would take on a whole different meaning if I could tell you about them…I know they would!  I guess you’re never ready to lose someone, but I thought I could be much more resilient.  I’m not terribly sentimental about things, but I can’t ignore the hole in my life that you left. 

I’m going to be okay.  That’s the truth.  I miss you so much, but I will see you again in the sweet by and by. 

Relax!

“Just slow down and take a breath!”  “Why don’t you just relax?”  “Stop worrying about that.”  These are a few of the phrases I had been told (repeatedly) while on my Crazy Speed Train to Burn Out City.  And do you think these “encouraging words” calmed me and helped me to recenter?  Heck no!  In fact, what hearing these phrases would do is burn the hairs on the back of my neck and turn me into an enraged She-Hulk.  “What do you mean ‘RELAX’???  Are you insane???  I don’t have time to relax!  GRRRRR!!!!!  Hulk smash!”  Well, I think you get the picture.

I recently went on a family vacation back to the states.  Before I left for our vacation, I would have told you that I’m a mess and everyone else is handling things so much better than I am.  When I returned, I quickly caught on to the fact that everyone else is still doing exactly what I was doing…on the speed train to burn out and just plain super stressed.  When you’re that stressed, you don’t see the light at the end of the tunnel because in your reasoning, there is no light.  You can’t find your path out of the stress because you are too busy drowning in stress, you have been screaming and crying about it to realize you are probably only swimming in a foot of water if you would only stand up.

I took my vacation time.  Yes, I really took vacation.  I still checked my email to keep it from piling up so I wouldn’t miss anything really important, but I told my coworkers and subordinates that they should only contact me if something extremely serious happened that couldn’t wait until I returned and I put my out of office reply on.  So, back to my vacation.  In many ways, it was a typical vacation…a trip to an amusement park, visiting with family and friends…but I even did that better than ever.  For the first time in my whole adult life, I determined that I was going to enjoy every single encounter I had with every person and savor every moment.  I didn’t think about the next place to go or squeezing as many activities into my day.  I just wanted to spend as much time with as many people as possible.  It was fabulous.

I did something else during my vacation, something that changed me.  I determined that I was going to take care of myself.  My health had been adversely affected by all of the stress and I was becoming no good for anyone.  Taking care of myself meant that this was going to have to be a crossroads where I had to start managing stress in a different way.

When the anxiety began to mount in preparation for my first day back to work, I talked myself out of it before I got too far in.  (Yoga breathing is awesome.)  I spoke truth to myself…”I’m going to have a great first day back”, “I can do this.”  My first day back was a Saturday, of all days, but you know what?  It was a great day.  I saw some smiles and heard lots of welcome backs. 

Today at work, I had such a great conversation with my boss.  He has been the biggest source of my stress and anxiety.  I think he unintentionally broke me the first week I was here and I have been stressed ever since.  I was so stressed that I started to get paranoid that everyone was out to revel in seeing me fall on my face and I struggled not to give them the satisfaction, particularly my boss.  But I had an honest conversation with him today.  I told him how I had been feeling and the awful place all of the stress put me in.  He smiled and assured me that none of that is based in reality.  He encouraged me to learn as much as I can while I’m here and take advantage of the unique challenges of this duty location. 

I can’t say that I have everything figured out now and that I flipped the switch and will now never be overrun by stress.  But I can say that I am making a conscious effort to manage stress, be realistic, and take care of myself. 

Appreciating the Less Finer Things

There is an art to appreciating the less finer things in life.  I don’t think I’m there quite yet, but I am trying to learn to appreciate the hardship, the disappointment, and the loss.  Appreciating these less popular companions does not mean I have to embrace or favor them.  It means I see them for what they are and what they may teach me. 

I have had numerous internal conflicts since I have been here in Turkey.  I have experienced some health issues I had never had to deal with before.  I have been learning and growing as an officer and it has been incredibly painful at times.  I have only two doctorate level classes under my belt, and I have already devoted 240 hours of my life to the pursuit of that degree.  We are facing a drawdown of the military population and that has been stressful for everyone.  My internal conflicts have a lot to do with trying to keep my feelings of self-worth grounded in reality while I constantly feel under the gun, behind the eight ball, and barely above water. 

I keep spinning the plates.  There is something mesmerizing and exhilarating about spinning plates.  I sometimes get more mesmerized than exhilarated and space out too long and one of the plates hits the unforgiving concrete floor.  I’m trying to learn to appreciate that moment and what happens afterward.  I’m definitely not perfect…never will be and never claimed to be.  And yet, I have wired myself to think perfection is what is expected of me and anything less is epic failure.  It is because of this that I have decided to rewire myself.  I have an electronics degree…I can do this!

This “system upgrade” started with the realization I was never going to live up to any standards, real or imagined, that involved perfection.  Then, I had to get comfortable with the fact that my best, which I give every day, is pretty dang good.  Now I am working on holding myself to realistic standards.  (There are few more complex combinations of things in nature than an intelligent, emotional human!)

Hardship, disappointment, and loss will always visit me from time to time.  Sometimes they will move in and stay with me for a season.  But everything has a season.  Everything has a purpose.  I will draw strength from that as I continue trying to appreciate those less finer things in life.

What Is Stopping Me?

There are several recent developments in my life that have caused me to stop and think.  Every day, I get one day older (deep, I know).  I am so happy that I look in the mirror first thing in the morning with the sleep still in my eyes and the fog still not cleared out of my brain.  This way, I don’t quite see the flaws and walk away after “sprucing up” feeling fresh-faced and ready for the day.  I rarely consult a mirror throughout the day with the exception of checking to make sure my hair is in standards in uniform.  This way, I sometimes don’t feel quite so old.

As I age, it seems that everything falls.  Things fall down, fall apart, fall out.  I’m a hot mess, intensifying as each day passes.  But what does that mean? 

A couple of years ago, I was working on my Masters degree, wondering what I should do with my education.  I decided I wanted to apply for a commission to be a Medical Service Corps officer in the Air Force.  I was 20 pounds over the maximum weight I could be to qualify to even apply.  At the time, I was a biomedical equipment technician and one day I was working on a c-arm, which is a portable fluoroscope (basically x-ray video).  When I was in the process of calibrating it, I breached protocol, took off the calibration standard and threw my own leg up on it and fluoro’d it.  I repeated with my other leg.  This gave me an “a-ha!” moment that served to take me on a journey that brought me to where I am today.  I’m telling you, I had the most perfect knees anyone could possibly imagine (on the inside, literally). 

I realized after seeing my knees that I had been holding myself back.  I had not been exercising or taking care of myself because I thought my knees could not handle it.  This all stemmed from the fact that Jeff had left the military because of a knee injury that he actually was physically limited by.  Those of you who are married might understand how I adopted that as my own limitation. 

I have, as of late, been dealing with some difficulty with weight loss and am now only 10 pounds below that weight I was when I was too overweight to apply for a commission.  While there is some metabolic reasoning, I have decided that a lot of it is a figment of my brain.  I have decided that I have been sabotaging my own progress by my big BUT…”I want to lose weight and get healthy and I can find the time, BUT I have a hormonal imbalance and it is preventing me from losing weight and I am getting old and my metabolism is getting slower. 

And so, my current crossroads lies at the corner of “Am I really putting forth the effort I am capable of?” and “Am I afraid to put forth a fair effort because I don’t know what I would do if I don’t see results?” 

The infamous fear of failure…when the hell has that EVER caused me to quit or even slow down???  The answer is NEVER.  I will crack this nut…I have conquered scarier foes.  And I have gorgeous knees.

Sometimes It’s Okay To Be Non-Essential

Most of us exist in a competitive world.  We are constantly trying to establish our place in the “pecking order” of the workplace…make a name for ourselves.  We listen carefully for those brass ring-offering opportunities and try to raise our hands higher than anyone else.  At other times, we hesitate to volunteer for just a moment and when we see no one else is stepping up to the plate, we quickly consult our inner pep-talker to see if he tells us whether volunteering will somehow set us apart from the mundane and everyday.

We work with those who always seem to put themselves out there.  You know the ones I mean.  Maybe it’s you.  They always volunteer to stay late so you can go home, work the extra jobs so no one else has to, and cover for anyone who can’t do what needs to be done for whatever reason.  They are often the people who make you feel guilty instead of relieved or grateful that you can count on them. 

But wait a second.  Stop and see things through the “true reality” lens.  It is likely you actually do your fair share of putting yourself out there.  I personally struggled up until fairly recently with this issue.  Then someone told me, “It’s okay to be non-essential sometimes.  When someone else steps up, sometimes you should just sit back and enjoy it.”  I realized there will be plenty of times when I will need to be essential.  There will be plenty of opportunities for me to be the hero.  But I don’t always have to be Superman.  Sometimes, I can be Jimmy Olsen.