The sound of the swing is annoying but I don’t stop. I’m a good 75 to 100 lbs heavier and 25 to 30 years older than the average playground user but just as thrilled as any kid to be at this park.
It’s a cloudless, 75-degree Fall day in Tucson, Arizona and I can’t help but marvel at the magnificent mountain view just in the distance.
I’ve assessed the swing set and deemed it safe and sturdy enough to support me. So despite its cries of protest, I kick my legs, lean back and climb higher.
With each pass the wind whooshes in my ears. My stomach flutters as I reach the height of the swing, my body momentarily weightless, suspended just above the earth and below a crystal blue desert sky.
I close my eyes and smile. I’ve forgotten how much fun this is.
There’s a mom sitting on a bench engrossed in her cellphone while her two kids zip down the slide, giggle and chase each other around with reckless abandon.
I’ve gone unnoticed until they run past me on their way to the monkey bars. The girl, about 5, slows down as she passes. Her eyes squint and the skeptical up and down look she gives me says it all. “Grown ups aren’t supposed to play on playgrounds.”
“Yeah, I know kid,” I think to myself. “And they’re not supposed to cash out their investments at 33 and go travel the world with no definitive plan for the future either…but here I am.”
At some point, early on, they became a part of my life and I’ve had a love-hate relationship with them ever since.
There are expectations about what to do, who to be, how to look, what to own and so much more. Some expectations are self-imposed. Others I’ve adopted based on societal norms and the influence of others. And still other expectations I don’t even know I have, until they go unmet. But these expectations have greatly influenced and largely dictated the course of my life for more than three decades…until now.
Deciding to leave everything behind and go on a 12 to 18 month trip around the world was a blatant and unapologetic assault on those expectations. It was a ninja kick to limitations, a war cry for freedom from routine and a bold determination to break out of the “box” I’m told to live in.
I have this idealistic image of myself in my mind– a bad-ass road warrior, a “She-Ra” of sorts, rebelling against all that is “normal and expected” and charging fearlessly into the unknown.
Ok, maybe with a tiny bit of fear.
I’ve gotten many wide-eyed looks of concern, enthusiastic smiles, words of caution and confessions of jealousy when I share my plan with friends and family. The overwhelming majority of people tell me they would love to do something similar, though several have admitted that even if it was possible, they probably wouldn’t have the courage/guts/balls to do so.
I get it. Nothing about this experience is safe, predictable or guaranteed. It’s not logical, financially wise or routine. And yet, those are precisely the reasons why I am so thrilled about this adventure.
I don’t think that a risk-averse life with more money and lots of comfort is the recipe for true fulfillment; which is a good thing, because right now I’m living the complete opposite way.
Last week as we headed from Dallas to Tucson, there was one morning where we woke up not knowing where we would be staying that night. For two people, that’s not a huge deal, but having two dogs as well makes it a little more challenging.
Natalie went to work looking up vacation rentals and other such places online and managed to find a “casita” in Las Cruces, New Mexico. They were dog friendly, very reasonably priced and located just outside the town…on a farm.
Though I consider myself a southern belle, I certainly wasn’t raised with livestock. But for two days, we hung out with horses, chickens, roosters, some sort of alpaca like animal (we’re still not sure) and goats.
Oh yeah, and the fattest pig I have ever seen. Seriously.
Apparently roosters are early risers and insistent that those around them are too. But being awoken at the crack of dawn had its perks because I was able to see the most spectacular sunrise just over the mountains.
There have been many beautiful, unexpected experiences as well as countless seemingly ordinary ones over the last week. Not all are noteworthy or glamorous. But here are a few of the things that now define our “new normal” on this road trip.
Natalie and I:
- Are often confused about the date, day, time zone and where exactly we are
- Make every decision – where to eat, stop, and sleep – based on pet friendliness
- Live out of a suitcase, spend most of our days in workout clothes and have no desire to buy anything else we will have to pack or find a place for in the car
- Visit gas stations, rest stops and dog parks nearly every day and are becoming experts at rationing food, water, dog treats and clean underwear
- Are starting to think home-cooked meals, comfortable beds and 80 mph speed limits are the best things… ever.
I think about this as I continue swinging and can’t help but laugh at my “new life.”
While I’m no longer ruled by societal expectations, I’m not exactly trailblazing or leading a rebellion against them either.
But then it occurs to me. Perhaps I don’t need to be “She-Ra.” Maybe I don’t need to buck against all expectations and routines, I just need to find and live by the ones that are healthy and empowering.
Like being Christ’s light to the people I meet on this adventure. Like being fully present and loving those around me. Like making time every day to pray, listen to God and become the woman He created me to be.
These expectations seem so simple. Almost too simple. But maybe, just maybe these are the kind of expectations we are supposed to have. The ones that we learn to love, not only because they bring us fulfillment and joy, but because they bless other people and make the world a better place as well.
13 thoughts on “Learning to Embrace a New Normal”
Rachel, I am truly in awe of this adventure. You go, girl and I will live vicariously through you.
Thanks so much Linda! 🙂
Enjoy this adventure as you enjoyed the ones our Air Force life afforded us! God bless! Love, Mom
Thanks Mom! Love you too! 🙂
God has provided a way for this adventure, so I said enjoy it and show others the way of the Lord along the way. Enjoy the simple things in life, a swing, a walk, a hike, a bike ride, a beautiful sun rise. Appreciate the simple things in life and enjoy it all the way. Pray, laugh, read your Bible and talk to God.
Love you and I am living through you!
Amen Deborah, I will! Thanks for following our adventure and love you too! 🙂
Wow, this amazing, I had no idea! Yes, you go girls, may this be the best adventure ever! I know you will change and touch many along the way. I look forward to reading all about it.
Thanks so much for following our adventure, Kim! Hope all is well and hugs and love! 🙂
Rachel, you ARE She-Ra Princess of Power! You ARE a wonderfully fantastic woman full of more bad-ass-ery than I could ever dream of becoming myself! You are a force to be reckoned with – a God loving, positive woman who is truly actively seeking to live up to her fullest potential. I love that about you dear friend and I hope you discover many more wondrous things on this journey.
Well, besides encountering alpaca-like animals and how to ration clean underwear. But definitely swing at parks. It’s the closest we’ll ever experience to soaring like a wild bird…
Haha, thanks Julie! You are definitely a “She-Ra” diva yourself! Hope you can come visit us on this world-wind adventure! Love you girl! 🙂
I am thoroughly enjoying your adventure. It reminds me of the path I knew I had to follow 5 years ago. Choosing to be the bold woman God created you to be IS empowering. Keep posting-You are great writer! Love, Liza
Thanks so much, Liza! Hope this finds you well and our paths will cross again soon! Love and hugs! 🙂
I’m not sure how I stumbled upon your blog, but your sense of adventure, age, and stage in life run similar to mine. I look forward to reading about your experiences and I’m sure it will show me some ideas for steps to take through this new stage of being single, precociously happy, and the desire to explore/take on new challenges!
P.S. It’s a goat. 🙂