Airports, Funerals and Parallel Parking

I hate all three.

Here’s what I know about life : It will break you way before you’re ready. Most of the time you never see it coming. The difference on the rare occasions that you do see it coming? Nothing.

It hurts. All of it.

I’d rather park a mile out of my way than parallel park under pressure. I am terrified to fly. The comfortable familiarity of saying goodbye to people I love, is an uncomfortable amount.

But!

Parallel parking gets me closer to where I need to go, and flying gets me there faster. So I do them. I do things under pressure now and I do them well. I still hate to fly, but I’m on airplanes just as much as I’m in my car these days. I do things scared as fuck, but I’m still showing up.

And saying goodbye? Well I haven’t figured that one out just yet.

In the midst of all of this though? I’ve realized I can own the words brave and strong. I am created to do great things. I’ve fought really hard to get this far and I’m proud of myself.

I DO THINGS SCARED.

Sometimes you have to do things you’re not ready for. Sometimes life is going to try and break you.

Sometimes parallel parking, funerals and airports are going to give your heart a run for its money. Sometimes you’re going to want to give up.

Guess what though?

You’re strong. You’re brave.

When life hits you hard, it’s okay for you to hit back even harder.

Until next time,

~A