Full disclosure: The past couple of months have been grueling. Not necessarily bad, just very intense. Just 5 days ago I was prancing around the garden center, choreographing moves to my musical "The Grand Outdoors" and laughing. After a great day of climbing at Camp Eagle this past weekend I sat alone by the river, listened to a toad calling out to the night, watched the moon and clouds reflect brightly over the water and thought to myself, "I have been in a bad mood for a year." And truly, I have.
Over the past several weeks I have tried to maintain a candidness in myself that I have never before experienced. I have wanted to grow and be completely honest with myself. It is so easy for us to say, "Well, this is not my fault. That other person should have done such and such." Instead of that I may say, "He should have respected me, but I also should have done better at demanding that respect from him with my presence and words.' And that has been my theme this past week: respect.
What I've learned is that there is a fine line between accepting something as disrespectful or receiving an action as a product of the other's personality that isn't intending to be disrespectful and that we cannot change. Because we cannot change personalities of others. But we can say, "When you say/do that, I feel disrespected." And if there personality is of character, then he/she will try to honor that request in the future.
Two nights ago I am hoping was the pinnacle of this rough and rocky terrain. I came home from a great two days of climbing and good times to find that my house had been broken into and my things along with my two roommates' things had been sorted through and taken. It took a few moments for me to realize what happened, I quickly searched the house with my guard up that someone could still be there, and in the loneliness of my new home my nerves began to shatter.
Later that evening I got stung by a honeybee and out of precaution I took a Benadryl. I fell asleep quite early and remained in a state of emotional numbness for 36 hours. Yesterday I just "was." Benadryl is a powerful drug for small people. But I never experienced anger, or the "Why me?" phase. But I did feel disrespected.
Last night I went to bed early out of grogginess, and about midnight I woke and the numbness had been broken. Quickly after that came the breakdown and tears (Boo, poor me.) But they weren't tears for sadness, they weren't tears of frustration. They just came. When you experience 1,001 emotions in just such a short period of time they need a way to escape. And escape they did. I asked for understanding and told myself I am strong until I fell back asleep. "I'm feeling a lot better. I think I will go for a walk." *Monty Python reference*
No good backpacker knows anything about the terrain by staying in the valley. Sometimes you have to take the grueling 1 mile hike to the top of Pilot mountain in order to see the beautiful overlook of Blue Ridge Parkway with a strong sense of "I did it." And from there, you can know where you are headed.
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