i guess not all transitions can remain seamless forever. if the seasons of our lives are patches, the quilt is woven together by many a seam. seams that are made of heartache and tears and some kind of deep trust we’re not sure where exactly it comes from. my quilt has lots of seams and a frayed edge or two. it’s been fashioned with a lot of “whys” a few “are you kidding me’s” and i suppose some “yes’s” along the way.
i said yes to south carolina because i wanted to. it is absolutely the promised land i [along with faithful friends and family] have waited for, prayed for, hoped and believed for. i want to be here. i want to do this. i am thrilled beyond measure about the opportunity.
the transition felt relatively easy. i packed, movers came, we drove eighty miles north and in a few hours i was mostly settled. i was greeted with banners and gifts and a dozen people to help carry boxes. i’ve never felt so welcomed into a new place. i shed a few tears when they left, but mostly i was fine. i enjoyed the few days of down time romping around town and catching up on my hulu. i started working on monday morning and could hardly sleep the night before. this. this is what i have waited for. i had lunch with new co-workers and began making plans for my staff that comes in a few weeks.
and then. i ran smack dab into a seam. the frayed edge.
i started missing my friends. i felt out of place. lonely. the job started to seem overwhelming, at best. i lasted about nine days before the flood gates opened. it was therapeutic if nothing else. fifteen minutes of words spilling out. things i didn’t even realize were bothering me until it all came out.
what if i don’t fit here? what if they don’t like me? i’m not as educated, qualified, etc. as they are. i’m so thankful for this, i don’t want to feel this way. why is this happening? i feel like i’m having re-entry all over again. and a few more um, slightly dramatic things, that i know aren’t true – but came out in the moment.
i thought about fleeing to atlanta. to people who know and understand. people i don’t have to try with. but then i remembered how i used to have to try with them. i tried really hard, actually. and so instead of jumping in my car i invited new friends for dinner. i cooked and set the table and enjoyed myself more than i have since i have been here. i felt a little more in the right place. a little more like myself.
so, i found some seams. for a little bit, the excitement and gratitude and goodness was clouded by the hard. the grieving of one thing and the wondering of another got the better of me. i’m okay with that. because things get shaken. but i don’t stand in my shaken-ness. i stand in steadiness.
and today, i’m womping around my apartment, standing on my couch and declaring greatness over this season. because deep down, it’s what i believe. i know it’s what’s really coming. goodness and greatness exist in this place. however unsteadily, i’m reaching out and grabbing them. i am also drinking a lot of coffee, writing letters to my best friends, and contemplating getting out of my pajamas. happy saturday.
thank you for all of your love, prayers and support during this transition. i am so thankful to be surrounded by such incredible people all over the place. south carolina is beautiful – you’re welcome here any time.