He asked me if I was excited. We were on the way to the airport in a sleepy haze. That's hoe it goes with 5:30 am flights. It's an easy enough question and the answer should be obvious. Sure, I'm excited. But it's hidden under layers of other thoughts and emotions. I guess sometimes it's not hat simple.
He truth is that I'm feeling exhausted and overwhelmed by the busy blur that has been the last few weeks or maybe months. I need a slow down and am hopeful that this time away will transition me into a bit of a slower season. Of course, slowness requires hard choices. But I'm getting ahead of myself...
I'm feeling nervous. Anxious. I land in Honduras alone to meet a team of strangers. Sure, we will likely bond and even become friends. But first, here are nerves.
I'm feeling proud. My fundraising efforts went well. I had a productive week. I am successfully packed in my great new carry-on (with a personal item, of course). I'm stepping out do my comfort zone and into a setting for service.
I'm feeling hopeful and expectant. This experience will probably have challenges. Even though it is short. It will most likely present opportunities for reflection. I hope it leads to more growth. My trip to Africa did in ways that exceeded my expectations. I'm hopeful for that in Honduras.
I struggled to answer his question with a certain confidence that would convince a person of anything. I had very little sleep after all and so many other thoughts and feelings flooding my mind.
But yes, I'm excited. And that feeling will only grow. Especially after a nap on the plane. And coffee...