Saturday, November 24, 2012

True hope is swift, and flies with swallows wings. – William Shakespeare
You may have noticed the blog has been down for a few days. Thank you for bearing with me! I’ve been working away on a new design and I’m excited to finally unveil the changes that have been going on behind the scenes.
If you’ve been reading for a while, you know my story. This blog began in 2010 as Not Your Average Widow, an outlet for my grief after my husband was killed in Afghanistan in September 2009 at the age of 25. It started as a place to record my jumbled thoughts in hopes of making some sense of mourning, but it unexpectedly became much more than that. Not only did I find release through writing, but I soon found strength in numbers as I began connecting with other young widows (there are more of us than you think!). And as I documented the rollercoaster journey of widowhood, Not Your Average Widow became a place of growth, expression, inspiration, and companionship.
Several years later, my heart has now grown and evolved beyond what I could have imagined in those early days and I have finally reached a place of healing. With this has a come a time for release, a time to allow myself to let go. While I’ll always be a widow and grief will always have a room in a special corner of my heart, I hear a whisper telling me to close the door and hold the key close to my heart. It is time to let go of the title I have been clinging to and, instead of longing for the past, begin to move forward this new life I have been given. Move forward with peace, knowing that I will never lose the love I had in the past and will carry it with me always. Move forward with courage, embracing the strength and wisdom I have gained through these difficult years. Move forward with hope, anticipating the new adventures ahead and living this new life with abandon.
So, ‘Not Your Average Widow’ is moving forward ‘With Swallows Wings’. Like Shakespeare said, “true hope is swift, and flies with swallows wings.” I hope to always carry hope in my heart, no matter how difficult life may be, and fly forward inspiring myself and others to soak up every moment of this short life we have been given. This is the heart of the new blog: a place for inspiration and beauty, to remind us all to find joy in the small moments of life and discover the courage within us to endure the difficult ones. Thank you for coming along with me on this journey. I am blessed to have you!
Technical notes: all old links to NYAW should automatically redirect to the new address, as should feeds and subscriptions. You may want to bookmark this new address and update your feeds anyway, just in case. New buttons are in the sidebar! If you find any broken links or other wonky stuff, please let me know. I’ll be working out the kinks over the coming weeks. :)
Friday, November 16, 2012
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Tuesday, November 13, 2012
I’ve felt the intense pull to write lately, but haven’t been able to do it. I don’t know why, perhaps because I have so many different things going on in my life right now that it is hard to narrow my focus and write about one particular one to the justice it deserves. But as usual, if I go for too long without purging my thoughts I start to get cluttered and my thoughts jumble. I need to write.
So since it’s difficult to streamline my thoughts these days, how about a stream of consciousness? I’m setting a timer for 10 minutes. Whatever comes out, comes out. No stopping, no editing. Annnnnd, go:
It’s been an interesting season inside this heart. I’ve felt more alone in the past few months than ever, yet at the same time closer to discovery and realization than ever. Life has been busy. Graduate school is intense right now, it really takes up a lot more of my time than I realized it would. I spent some time traveling recently and while parts of it were relaxing, they were emotional. Emotional because they weren’t emotional. Let me explain… I ran my first race, a 10k, in honor of The Hubs. I finished in a horrible time (too embarrassing to admit) but I am proud I did it. On that race, for the first time in longer than I care to admit, I felt myself tearing up. As I ran past Arlington National Cemetery and caught my first glimpse of those white stones, nearing the end of the course and feeling tired and in pain from my injured leg, it’s like the numbness lifted for a moment and I realized exactly what I was doing and why. I felt the loss again, and I talked to him. I encouraged the tears, I wanted them to flow, I wanted to break down and feel. But the tears didn’t fall, and I chugged along. Quite the metaphor. And while I left DC after the race with a sense of accomplishment, at the same time I felt like I’d missed it altogether. Missed the meaning. Missed the emotion. Hard to explain, hard to admit. But it taught me something. It’s just another example of how I’ve allowed my reaction to grief squash me. I’ve allowed the emotion of life to be sucked right out of me in the past year or so. While I am glad I have finally leveled out, I am not glad I have lost touch so much. I don’t feel extremes, just middle of the road all the time. And I want more than that. God has been working on my heart lately. This experience coupled with some others in my life to include relationships, finances, friendships, stress, parenting, and just an aching, longing, lonely sense of discontent have all brought me to my knees humbly before Him asking for guidance. Asking for truth. Asking him to strip me bare, of all of my pretenses and preconceived notions and expectations, and fill me with His love. Fill me with the desire to know Him more, to become the woman He has designed me to be. Guide me to the right church, the loving mentors I so need to help shape me and mold me and teach me about this life. To open my eyes to the opportunities around me to experience this world, touch lives, and give of my WHOLE heart. And most importantly, to not let those opportunities slip past out of fear. So much of post-loss life is guided by fear. Fear of further hurt,fear of loneliness, fear of the unknown. And at this point of life, I myself am part of the unknown. I am reaching for identity, to know who I am aside from the title of ‘widow’. And God is gently whispering in my ear, using so many avenues, that I am His.
Wow. What 10 minutes of not allowing yourself to think or censor your fingers can do. SO much to explore in that paragraph… I am really kind of speechless. I’ll have to return to expound on some of these things. But that purge felt good.
There is a lot happening in me and my life right now. And subsequently, not much on the blog as I grasp for something tangible. But there are grand things in store… a big change is coming soon for the blog, and I am involved in the beginning stages of an awesome project (I will update as I can!) And all along, I am trying to keep my focus on living life Unleashed. If you are tackling Project:Unleashed, what is happening in your life? Have you been met with struggles too? Have any successes to share? xoxo
Sunday, November 11, 2012

To all who have served or are currently serving, as well as the families who support you, thank you. Your selfless service and daily sacrifices are so very appreciated today and every day.
Saturday, October 20, 2012
One truth I’ve found in my life is that everything will be tested. Like a new shoe that must be broken in, every new idea or path will go through a trial period, an uncomfortable or painful stage after which it is either deemed the wrong fit or becomes molded to fit you perfectly. My recent dive into life wasn’t immune to this test.
I should have expected it really. I chose to begin this project of living life unleashed just a couple short weeks before a difficult anniversary that was bound to test my ability to unchain myself from my old ways. But it turns out I would be handed other obstacles as well. During the past six or so weeks I’ve quietly struggled through a very uncomfortable and difficult situation with a relationship, a personal internal fight against a few familiar tendencies, and knock-me-down injuries and illnesses that all sought to dampen my spirit and end my foray into free spirited living.
But I pressed on. I refused to give in. In the moments of feeling completely alone with nothing but my negative emotions, I cried out to God. I vented, I purged, I talked out loud and prayed until I fell asleep and sang loudly in the car. And I slowly felt lighter. I kept my eyes and heart open and focused on finding the joy around me even when I didn’t want to. And slowly everything else began to fall away. Now here it is a few weeks later and I’m out of that dark valley. And although it was tested by this breaking-in period, my new goal of living life unleashed didn’t wear out. No, in fact it now fits me like a glove.
I think I was meant to face such a trying stack of obstacles all at once, directly after making such a bold proclamation about myself and my life. Only once we are tested do we truly see what we are made of and what it really important to us. I’ve strengthened my relationship with God, solidified my confidence and self-worth, and recognized my abilities. I feel like I can now boldly go forward and face what is out there for me, not simply ‘trying on’ this new principle about life but personifying it. Now I not only desire to live completely, but I know I can, no matter what.
I know several of you are trying out Project:Unleashed with me. How’s your journey so far? Any struggles, stories of beauty, realizations? I’d love to hear about how you are embracing what life is offering you right now.
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Thank you so much Holly!
Thank you for the wonderfully worded wishes. Love you too! <3
Thank you Erica!
Gorgeous, Erin.
May your hope fly and soar, and your peace become imbedded. Love this, love you.
I love your new design! It is beautiful and I wish you luck and send you prayers as you continue to move forward!