I have less than a week until I hop on a plane to Georgia. And not long after that, a plane to Cambodia. It’s finally here.
I’ve been anticipating this since last December. But up until now, it seemed like a far-off dream. Since December, the Race has always been something I will be doing. Pretty soon, however, it’ll be something I am doing. And the question I’ve been getting asked the most about this is, “Are you excited?” Of course I’m excited!
But, like the title says, there’s a lot more to it.
I have tried to write down how I’m feeling multiple times, and I just can’t figure it out. I told my friends last night over a wonderful meal of Chic-Fil-A that I don’t know how I’m feeling. I have so many emotions running through me in this time that I can’t sort them all out. I’m happy to be seeing my squad soon, I’m heartbroken to say goodbye to friends and family, and scared of what the future may hold, just to name a few of my recent emotions.
What’s even harder about this is that I’m very much an internal processor. The more people ask me about how I’m feeling, the more I’ve tried to sit and sort through everything. And I still can’t figure it out. I don’t think I will until after I actually leave. So to my team, please be patient with me.
On the bright side, however, this has all caused me to lean further and further on the arms of my Father. In all the madness and uncertainty of my brain, He has been constant throughout it all, and I know he will continue to be.
I know this is a short one, but I needed to write about it.
