When Life Gives Ya Lemons..Or Something Like That

Knowing this big move coming up would be trying on the emotions, nerves, etc etc, I have been trying to better myself in the "just-go-with-it" department (gotta say, it ain't easy sometimes!).  I know to expect many wrenches to be tossed our way (I would like to think I'm gettin' pretty good at dodging them by now..maybe I should join dodge ball?!) I know to plan the best we can, be prepared for the worst and just keep our little fingers crossed for the best.  I was given a test today.

Matt and I woke up on our little air mattress. Lazy Sunday. Snuggled the pup, talked about the fun (and what ended up being a crazy/drama-filled nightcap at the cinco de mayo party...story for a later time) we had the day before, discussed the plans for the day. All that good stuff.  Then he looks at me. "Babe..we have an issue with the flights. I'm gonna give you some options, so here me out. There are no more available doggie spots left on our military flight to Japan."  Me, "you're joking with me, right?!"   Matt, "I'm sorry babe. Our choices are, we leave Petrie behind and bring him out with us later, or I can put you two on a commercial flight, but I won't be with you. My orders to go on that military flight from Seattle."  Obviously I am not leaving my dog behind, so the only choice is to fly alone. This is where the test comes into play. Where the lemons can be made into lemonade, tequila training wheels, lemon ice tea, whatever you love lemon in, or where they can be used straight up to put that sour puss on your face. 

 Ok, I will admit, I teared up a little because I was so darned disappointed that Matt can't be with me. I hate flying. Well, I hate that I get anxious on the flights, even though I tell myself "everything will be okay, for cryin' out loud!". The anxiety does not deter me from going places (hello, for a year and a half Matt and I did the long distance thing..I flew out to see him every month when possible). I just hate not being able to control that anxious feeling! Sure, Xanax works, Nyquil, a drink, having a tv (yay Jet Blue!) but all that is forced. Okay, so I teared up (sniff sniff)  then got to business asking all the questions I had: does the military still pay for my commercial airline? (yes). Can we maybe see about upgrading me to more legroom since I cannot prepare myself to drape my legs over yours? (yes). Will I have someone help me with my three suitcases, two carry-ons, pillow, and Petrie with his crate? (yes, yes, yes and yes.) Is everything going to be okay? (everything will be perfect. I will meet you at a designated spot at the airport in Okinawa and we will greet each other with our first big Oki kiss..) More questions about layover, where I'm flying out of, etc etc.  Great. Good. Everything is going to be great. It sucks I won't have Matt there to share that experience of looking out our plane window to see the island and the beautiful waters for the first time. That would be nice, but it certainly doesn't ruin anything. I would love to have someone's hand to squeeze when there is turbulence. Looks like the neighbor will have to indulge me (haha). 

I'm tired of being stressed about things that are out of my control.  I want to just take things as they come. Worry about the things and people in my life that/who matter, and shrug off the crap that isn't worth wrinkles. Ya dig?   

My countdown widget on my phone says 57 more days until the move. That is one month and some change. Or a little less than two months. However you want to look at it! Either way, time is flyyyyyin' and I am so ready to get outta here and explore!