Unprepared.
That’s the first word that comes to mind as I sit on this plane flying to Atlanta. I feel completely and utterly unprepared.
It’s strange to think that I’m off to training camp. It’s strange to think that I am going to have a ten-day-taste of what my future will be. The people I am about to meet, I will be living with for 9 months. The tent I just learned to pitch, will be my home. My mummy sleeping bag, my bed. My 65L backpack, my entire life (pretty much). 4 countries, 9 months, 1 girl. But I’m getting ahead of myself. This is just a ten day training camp for that.
I’m honestly shocked. This squad, this group of people, they will be my family for the next year. They will see me thriving and be there for me when I’m struggling. When I’m tired, “hangry”, grumpy, giggly, hyper, overwhelmed, and every other emotion/mood you can imagine, they are going to be there with me and I with them. It’s a lot for me to soak in.
Leaving for ten days isn’t the scary part, it’s the vulnerability of being surrounded by a new atmosphere with new people… While I am a little anxious (breathing through it, don’t worry). I have this deep peace that I can’t explain, I feel like this is what I am supposed to be doing. It feels right.
So while I’m overwhelmed, I also feel like it will work out.
Maybe I am unprepared all on my own. Maybe I didn’t pack everything and maybe I have no freaking idea what I’ve gotten myself it. But I’m not alone in this. If God is on my side, it doesn’t matter how qualified I “feel”.
I got this. We got this. (Referring to all the world racers btw)
And it is because we have an awesome Heavenly Father guiding us through this. His plans for us are good and he will NEVER let us down or leave us on our own.
(USQUAD FOR THE WIN!!!)
