As I enter month three of my trip, I’m starting to reminisce about who I once was. For the past two months, I have been degraded to a shell of my former self. No longer am I the independent, stable, and serious person I once was. I now have been forced to share things and work with others. UGH!
I share food and my clothes; I even share a bedroom. The ATROCITY! I have gone from being the favorite child, most adored, and highly favored to just one of 13. No longer do I receive the treatment I deserve, but I’m subjected to a schedule and higher authority. My individuality has been shredded, and it’s like I don’t even matter.
Being perfectly honest, I didn’t even know what authority was. At training camp, there was talk of “submitting to a higher authority,” and I had to google it. I’ve never had higher authority before!
But I have been told that knowledge brings a better understanding of oneself. And after researching what authority was, I was better able to understand…I am the authority.
I set my schedule, make my rules, choose my clothes, and go where I want.
But no longer! I have been forced to adopt a life of “humility” and “meekness.” Honestly, I’m just pushing through until this is over, and I can return to being the highest authority in my life.
Sharing in full transparency, if I were a lesser person, I would be at my wits’ end. Thankfully, I have much wisdom and many wits, and this trial will not overcome me that easily.
But, as I am every day being subjected to this tyranny, I am thinking about everything I would rather be doing.
So…here is my perfect day.
First, I wake up in a pitch-black room. I typically don’t sleep the best and almost always wake up with the sun. I’d like to wake up when my body is rested, not when the sun comes out.
Ideally, this waking up would be around 7:30, and I would get up and take a walk in the fresh morning air. I’d take my dogs, Obi (left) and Trooper (right,) and walk the street next to my house.
Next, I’d probably go home and make a smoothie. Depending on the day, it would be strawberry + lemon or strawberry, peanut butter, and chocolate. Then I’d go back outside and clean my car.
At around 9:30, I’d get dressed in a cute outfit and meet some friends. Maybe we’d go hiking, get breakfast, go rock climbing, paint rocks, or something. But we’d talk and giggle, and they’d tell me about their latest conquest, and I’d complain about the speed traps in my city.
Next, we’d get Mexican for lunch. Chipotle or Primas, or maybe Habaneros. Or Tacos el Gordo. I don’t know; I’m not super picky. (keep telling yourself that -a squadmate of Charis’s.)
And then, around 1, we’d say goodbye, and I’d go home and hang with my family. We’d play some games, eat some food, have a dance party, and probably a wrestling match. I’d kick their butt in Just Dance, but I’d get slaughtered if we wrestled. It’s not my fault my siblings are giants!! I don’t even stand a chance.
After that, I’d probably take a nap. I love power naps; they are life-giving and make me so happy. Then I’d wake, get dressed up, and go out for dinner. I’d meet up with some friends, and then we’d see a movie, go bowling, walk downtown, or do other fun evening activities.
The night would end with Andy’s at 11 p.m., and I’d drive home blasting my favorite White Girl Music.
In general, I’m easy to please and enjoy having fun and doing things. My perfect day would be full of people and activities. I’d probably throw some audiobooks, work, and maybe even a dance class in my day somewhere.
Thank you for reading my story, and I hope you’re doing well. Submit and praise the Lord today, for He is always awesome and worthy!
