My Existential Crisis Thus Far

My brain is a really weird place… I tried to think of a poetic way to describe it and I thought It’s a very colorful shadow… Then I realized that my brain just called itself a colorful shadow. And also, what does that even mean??? Isn’t a shadow the absence of light? And isn’t color caused by light?

… And that’s been my day so far…

Actually, that’s been my last few weeks. I just randomly realize very basic things about myself that shock me more than they should. I would say I am borderline having an existential crisis.

But I’m getting ahead of myself, let’s go back to the beginning of this… experience. It was July 16th. My mom’s 40th birthday. We were having a surprise-ish party for her and then that evening I would go to a friend’s house to dog sit for a few days. And all of those things happened, except that they were dulled by the fact that my older brother was counting the hours he had to live. Kind of puts a damper on things, wouldn’t you say? Then very, very late that night or very, very early the next morning we got the news that he was gone. Matthew had died, leaving behind a young widow and an eight-year-old son. My parents were already on the way down to Tennessee, while I was housesitting. My next few days were spent in ignorant bliss where it didn’t feel real. And while I would have been perfectly content to have stayed in that feeling, life doesn’t work that way. So, come Thursday, my entire family and I spent six long hours enduring the visitation. And I do mean LONG hours. Then Friday was the funeral. That was long and rough. Everyone cried. A lot. But you know, seeing an eight-year-old boy salute his daddy one last time will do that to you. It was an amazing funeral. Matt would have loved it. It was big and full of all his military buddies. By the end of it, we were all exhausted. Emotionally and physically.

Losing a sibling sucks. So, do me a favor and go hug your sibling, tell them you love ’em. Cause no matter how annoying they are. How much you disagree. They’re still your brother/sister and losing them will kill you.

OH! Did I mention that my graduation party was Saturday… the day after the funeral? Because, yeah, that was a thing. I would like to say that I did alright. You know, managed my way through it. But I had a mental breakdown because the coffee ran out before I could get a full cup. Now, I value my coffee. More than I should. But I don’t typically crumple down to the floor and start crying because I had to wait ten minutes for the next pot to brew. So, yeah, maybe didn’t handle that day as well as I would like to say I did. Honestly, it wasn’t until the party actually started that I felt any excitement over anything really. And the party was fantastic. I was blessed beyond belief. So many people showed up, it was amazing. I also became the proud co-parent of Dora. Dora the Toaster. Which may be the only grandchild my parents get from me.

Thankfully, the rest of July was pretty mellow. I spent a week at my aunt and uncle’s. Had a bonfire with the peeps. Got called out for being negative. Discovered that I really want a longboard. And upped my hipster game a bit. I also said goodbye to all of my church people. Babysat for life group for the last time. I’ve actually had a few “last times”.

To say the least, the last few weeks have been a bit of a rollercoaster. And it doesn’t appear to be stopping anytime soon. In exactly ten days, I leave for college. My Dad started chemo today. It just keeps going. And going. And going. Am I overwhelmed? Probably. Stressed? Definitely. Do I have any idea what I’m doing? That would be a big fat no. This borderline existential crisis seems to bring out the fact that I have really strong opinions and big plans, but ultimately I have no idea what I’m doing. I don’t know what the point of my existence is. I don’t know why I am right here. Right now. I don’t why my life has been the adventure is has been. I don’t know why I am the way that I am. I just don’t know.

What I do know is this. God looked at his plan for this world and decided it needed a sarcastic, weird, slightly confused, girl. Someone who would get lost in thought at all the wrong times. To have the memory of a goldfish and yet be able to retain odd and supposedly useless information. Someone who struggles to retain math and loves to write. Who looks at the world upside down and thinks about black holes a lot. Someone who wants to travel the world, but doesn’t have enough money to buy a longboard. Someone who doubts her own worth and fights to keep the darkness out of her head. Who loves dogs and the outdoors. A girl who is all about that #vanlife and adventure. A girl who asks too many questions. Who loves Him and really just wants to see His plans for her. God looked at this world and decided it needed little, old me. And you know what, He decided it needed you too.

 

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