Fly Away.

I have said before that there is a part of me that feels as though my spirit doesn’t match my body. Throughout my life, this confusion is something that I have wrestled with. I knew exactly what I wanted to do, but my body wasn’t getting the message. It just didn’t make sense why my body works against me. Fighting. Trying to beat me down. This blog is a place where I try to share my authentic self with my readers, because I know that everyone has their own personal struggles and “disabilities” if you will, but also because I would be lying if I wrote a sappy post full of positivity and words of wisdom every singe week.

Let’s face it- no one’s life is like that.

It took me a long time to write this post, simply because I was at a loss for words.( I know what you are thinking: Becca is never at a loss for words). Truth be told, I did not know how I was going to put a recent experience I had into words. Earlier last week, my body wasn’t listening to me. Everything I did was a struggle that day and nothing was working out the way I wanted it to. I was angry. This is a feeling that I am sure everyone can relate in one way another. While driving to work, I remember wishing that I were a bird, so that I could fly away and escape my body, even if it was just for a little while.

But what happened next was extremely powerful. While I was at the playground with the children, one of them started to yell. “ Becca, Becca, Becca. Come quick!!!” My first initial thought was that one of them was hurt. I turned up the speed on my wheelchair and raced over to the fence, where she told me to look up. There was a parachute floating across the sky. I took my phone out and began taking pictures to capture the moment, but even more captivating than the parachute itself was the shrieks, laughter and happiness that exuded from the children. In that moment, I began to feel my heart start to beat wildly inside of my chest. My soul was soaring and dancing, and all I could think about was that if the simplest of moments can create so much excitement and joy, I have no reason to feel like this. From this experience, I learned three very important things. I learned that it is okay to get angry. We don’t always have to be positive. We don’t always have to be strong. I learned that life always has a way of turning itself around, reminding us that no matter what you go through, everything is going to be okay. Lastly, I learned that parachuting is something that I would like to add to my bucket list.