Blindly walking away
Have you ever been in a place you feel is just "not for you"? Whether it's a job, a location, a house, a school, etc., have you ever felt that you just shouldn't be there? Like God wants you somewhere else? You're not quite sure why you feel this way. You might even start to feel like you are starting to fit in, but you still feel like you're constantly looking over you sholder towards the exit.
That's the way I feel right now. I joined the Navy for an adventure. Being a Navy brat, I've been moving around my whole childhood. Different schools. Different houses. Different places. Different firends. Every few years there was a huge drastic change in my life. So as I was growing up, it felt only natural to want that in my adult life.
I also had a mother who worked really hard in that "man's world" that was so prevailant 20-30 years ago. She was the first female flight surgeon the Navy has ever had. My father: a navy pilot (go figure that one out :). She spent her whole life trying to prove something. He spent his whole life working towards the top. I think it was only natural for me to feel the pull of the Navy life. I never really thought about it much. It just seemed like the Navy was what I was going to do.
Let me tell you something about my parents before I continue. My father is the second child, surrounded on either side by a sister. Apparently, his mother doted on his fragile, blooming siblings, while he was left out of the doting and emotional attention. He grew up quite bitter towards anything "girlie". My mother is the second child of two children, the first being her no-good run-down brother. Her father doted upon him and gave him all the attention. If her father was going fishing, he would bring his son...and leave his daughter at home watching them leave and waiting for them to return. My mother had something to prove: she had to prove that girls could do it to. This is what I grew up with.
You can imagine how I was after leaving the house to go to college. I was the "don't you dare try to tell me I can't do it 'cause I'm a girl," that you have probably met at one time in your life and hated.
Now fast forward to my life now. A pilot in the Navy. I have been out to sea. I have over 500 hours in helicopters, but I'm finding that I keep looking over my shoulder towards the exit. What I am looking for? I'm not quite sure. I can tell you that I am so tired of pretending I'm one of the guys. Talking about bodily functions or telling jokes about blondes with big boobs. I'm sick of feeling like I need to prove that I can fit in with those "type A" guys who I fear will never actually grow up- they feel like they don't need to because they're Navy pilots. They're egos are so big that stepping into a room with one I find that it's hard to breathe- they use up all the oxygen flapping their mouths.
I feel the pull of something else. Something deep inside me telling me to have faith and keep walking forward, even though forward is a direction opposite of everything I had tried for up until now. Unfortunatly, I cannot see in front of me so sometimes it gets very unnerving. Could it be that I feel the pull of something I have been taught by my parents is unrespectable? Would being a "homemaker" or stay-at-home mother truly be "unacceptable" by everyone....or just me? I'm definitly in a shadowy place, but the goodnews is that it isn't dark.
Yes, I cannot see the future, and truly even tomorrow is covered in a cloud. The Good News is that the cloud is not black. It is surrounded by light. It's my faith. It is the ONLY thing I am sure of.
I really don't have a closing thought on all of this. Truly, I have no idea where I am headed and why I am going there (wherever that is). But it's is nothing but pure joy to know that God is by my side every step of the way.



