After my hellacious 3 days at work this past weekend (22 hours of work in a 30 hour time period, followed by another 8 hour shift on Sunday), I thought that would be what I would write about.
But it's not. Last night, I had something happen that was amazing, beautiful, and rather philosophical.
As a lot of you know, I love to kayak. Ocean, river, whitewater, marsh, you name it, I've done it. Whitewater is probably my favorite, but marsh kayaking is a close second. The two are completely different, but that's part of the reason I love them so much.
Whitewater kayaking is all about the rush, not knowing what the rapid is going to be like or how fast you'll take that turn, or any other number of unpredictable things. One of my favorite memories of my old youth group at Bethany was when Matt was our youth minister and took a group of us up to Columbia to go whitewater rafting and kayaking on the Saluda River. It had rained a lot the week before, so the river was much faster and higher than usual. It was the second time our group had been up to the river, and I had fallen in love with whitewater kayaking because of that first trip. Since the river was a lot more dangerous this time, however (the rapids were about a class above what they usually were), the river guide was going to have all of us just be in the raft. Now, don't get me wrong, whitewater rafting is fun. The first time I went I was about 11 and I was in Costa Rica with my grandparents, and we went whitewater rafting on the Sarapiqui River. It was amazing. But since my first trip to the Saluda, I had really wanted to do more whitewater kayaking. Just as we were all about to get in the raft, Matt shows up dragging two kayaks and two paddles, throws me one of the paddles and tells me to pick my boat. I was ecstatic. Matt taught me a lot about whitewater kayaking and spent a lot of time teaching me some essentials, and some cool tricks as well. The experience was amazing to say the least.
So, you have the rush and amazing feeling of whitewater kayaking, but then there's another place in my heart for marsh kayaking. It's a completely different experience. It's quiet, peaceful, and just seems fitting for some reason. I love seeing all the wildlife that is hidden in the marshes. Birds, fish, gators (yes I've seen them out there before), and sometimes deer if you're lucky. My dad and I started to go marsh kayaking when I was a lot younger. He just all the sudden wanted a kayak and to explore all of the marsh waterways of SC, which there are a lot of. He would take me with him in our 2-person orange sit-on-top and we'd try out a different boat landing almost every weekend. Now that I'm older, I like to go out on the water by myself a lot of the time. My grandparents from New Jersey have a house in the Charleston area that backs up to a large creek. They have kayaks, and I've sort of claimed "Big Red" as my own. It's nothing special, just a red sit-on-top, but I love the way the boat feels in the water and how quickly it turns. It's an indescribable feeling.
Anyway, the point of all this was something that happened last night. I went out for a quick turn around the marsh, just needing a short trip to clear my head. The last few weeks have been rough. Heck, the last few months have been rough. Things haven't been great for me, for my family, for my friends, for a lot of people close to me this summer. Relationships, family problems, health problems, friend problems, and those are just naming a few. I just feel like everything's been crashing around me for a while. And I don't know how to stop it, or how to make it better. I had a mini breakdown last week, which led me to being on the beach in the middle of the night. I was out with friends and had another piece of bad news come in and just needed out. So I just started driving. I ended up at my favorite beach, out by the lighthouse, my sanctuary. And I just sat there for a few hours. Crying. Being pissed off. Staring at the moon. Wishing things were different. Thankfully one of my best friends called me that night and helped me keep my sanity. I'm so grateful for friends like that. The ones that stand by me no matter what. But that's a different rant for a different post.
When I was out on the water last night, it was absolutely beautiful. The sun was just starting to set behind the clouds, the water was showing off a perfect reflection of what was left of the blue sky and puffy white clouds. Dragonflies danced around my boat. Fish were jumping. It was just so perfect. It looked like it should be something on the cover of a brochure for South Carolina. Anyway, I got to the end of the first leg of the creek that is separated from the rest of the creek by a land bridge and just sat. I let my boat drift and just sit there, being still and not moving. I watched as the ripples around the boat changed to almost nonexistent. It made me think of something that someone told me once. He had been sitting in a pool, trying to get it to be completely still, and realized that even if you're not moving, you still affect the things around you. You can never be invisible, and you will always affect the things around you even if you're not taking action. Just your presence changes things. I thought, and still think, it was a very deep way to think about it. It's one of the reasons I admire this person, his ability to look beyond the face value of things. It's one of the reasons I miss being around him.
But life makes things complicated. The things we decide to do, or even the inaction we take, causes things to happen. Just like ripples on the water, we affect the people around us, for better or for worse. You can't run away from your problems as much as you try to. You eventually have to come to terms with things, whether it's a botched relationship or friendship, whether you feel it should have turned out the way it did or not, you have to accept things for how they are now. Wishing for a second chance will only turn out disappointment, and refusing to accept change will only leave you bitter. It's fine to remember the way things used to be, as long as they don't interfere with your current life. These are just a few of things I've realized this past summer. You have to let go, you have to move on, and you have to live life to its fullest. And I'm working on that.
When I got back from kayaking, I felt better. I felt refreshed. I felt new again. And I feel like I can handle this now. Everything that has happened this summer, for good or for bad, is helping to change me into a better person, the person I need to be.
As always,
Lex
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