So as I’m preparing for our “pre-trip” (2 1/2 weeks on the road), it’s occurring to me how amazing I’m not. People are always telling me I’m amazing and such, which I am, of course. Anyone who has gone through anything traumatic and lived to tell about it is amazing. I’m pretty sure most people think that taking this trip is pretty amazing. Anyone who sees me from a distance sees a lot of good things, but my inner circle knows the reality. The truth is, I need a lot more help than you can imagine. I still have friends who bring me meals occasionally. I have friends who financially help out. I especially use my friends as a sounding board. It seems I can’t even think or come up with decisions until I’ve talked about it with someone. I have one friend who does half of my grocery shopping. When I do the other half of the shopping, I still have (albeit small) panic attacks (long story).
So how is it that I can even attempt to go on this trip (let alone this little pretrip)? I’ll be honest, all day today as I’ve been preparing for this trip, all I could think was “What did I get myself into?” Truthfully, I couldn’t do this without help from my friends. Yes, I’m able to plan a trip and homeschool my kids, but am I able to cook dinner? Go shopping? Function after 8pm?
All this to say that as I embark on what we are calling “the appetizer” (you know, the small portion completely separate from the 3 course meal that is our big road trip) I couldn’t do it without others and the blessings I’ve received. I’m amazing, but I’m not that amazing.
PS to all who have have helped me and to all who continue to help me, Thank YOU!!!
Update: I’ll post the first few days of the pre-trip as soon as I can peel myself off the floor of the RV and find the time, as well. The first few days definitely have been an adventure.