I love a good quote. Don’t believe me? Ask my Pinterest followers. And my Instagram followers. Ok, and my Facebook followers. I am kind of obsessed. Guilty. But, I have always marveled at the fact that in the matter of the 4…5 seconds that it takes to read a good quote that your mood can completely be transformed. They are like teleporters to the heart. Instant gratification.
“Come on Modo, you are really reaching with this post.”
Hear me out.
Quotes almost had me drowning yall.
These past few days I have been struggling. Ok, these past few weeks! (You guys catch me every time). It felt like nothing was lining up as it should. Missing important phone calls. Car not starting when I was already late for work. Leaving my wallet at home. Health complications. Patients telling me I was useless…gotta love being a social worker, right?! I felt like I was going insane. I started waking up annoyed as soon as I opened my eyes. I couldn’t breathe.
I was drowning.
And what do you do when you are drowning?
You try and survive!
I was grasping onto anything. Material things. People (this one proved the most heartbreaking). Sleep. Chocolate (I think I will save this one).
But, all these proved problematic. You know it is hard to hold on to objects when your hands are wet. And it is hard for people to save you when they can’t swim themselves. Sleep works, but have you forgotten I have a one year old. Chocolate, oh chocolate. Like I said I am leaving that one alone.
But, then it happened. I spotted a life raft. I was on Pinterest, night stalking my friends loves, addictions, and joys….and then I spotted it.
“Life is short, make mistakes.”
“Silence is an answer too.”
“Just punch something.”
Maybe that last one is mine. But, it was an instant high. With each hit, my mood lifted. And just like that I was hooked.
Piss me off. There was a quote for that.
Sad. There was a quote for that.
Broke. There…nope I had to go to work for that. But, there were quotes about coffee. I don’t drink coffee, but coffee quotes make me wish I did.
Nothing was unanswered in this world of snippet love.
But, guess what? You can’t live on a life raft. It is a great resting place, but eventually you have to get back to shore. In order to swim you need strength. And as life altering as a life raft is, it doesn’t make your legs kick; it doesn’t build your arm strength to crawl on the sand; it’s a temporary fix; a grasp of air. If you are not careful you will find yourself drowning in the very thing that saved you.
Making desperate attempts at saving what should have never been.
Holding on to what may never be.
Altering what is perfect.
Falling in love with facades.
Quotes are amazing for jumpstarts. Resolutions. A good laugh. A wave your hand in the air and shout “say that” moment. Encouragement to get your butt off the couch and hitting the gym. But, when they began to be utilized as answers; filling voids; courage….they have began to lose their power.
My life raft began to deflate under the pressure. And once again, I was grasping for air.
Drowning in words.
And then I as I began to succumb to desperation, Pandora shook me.
“PANDORA! Modo, girl get yourself together; first quotes, now Pandora.”
OK, ok, hear me out yall! I always wrap it up nicely. Tough crowd today.
Jill Scott was serenading me and then out of nowhere my speakers began to blast, “Praise Him in advance.” Instantaneously I was reminded I was never alone. I was reminded that almost always…ok always when my life feels unbearable I have pushed further and further away from God. I have worked almost every Sunday this new year. Church, God, Faith, have fallen so far from my everyday that I forgot that very life raft I was desperately holding on to was attached to each of their boats. All I had to do was crawl in.
God sends us life rafts daily through friends, random kindness from strangers, even quotes…but if we forget to come and refill them with air from His source they deflate.
I still love quotes. Trust me I have a arsenal of them waiting in hiding to use at will.
But, I also have decided to no longer work Sunday mornings.
Always with love,
One thought on “How I almost drowned”
This posting was so personal for that I started not to reply publicly; but sharing is caring, and caring can be healing. Reading this post, of course my first mama reaction was to run to you to help, to hug, to fix it! However, as I continued reading it dug within, and reminded me of my drowning moments; and I reflected on my life raft, and how He has thrown out the life line to me many times, even when I didnt feel like reaching. Then I took just a moment, just like the quote takes a moment, as realized that MY daughter, through her trails and triumphs through out a life line to an unumbered amout of people. You are so gifted, so powerful, so caring, so anointed! I encourage you to continue using this gift, this outlet, to help and encourage others, as you do the same for yourself. MY daughter… a life line that He threw out to me at conception…