As we waited in line to ride rollercoasters at Mall of America a few weeks ago, I felt a parallel between our journey moving to Iowa to pursue Chick-fil-A and the feelings we experienced while in line.
It’s like we’ve scouted out the perfect ride, and now we’re standing in the long lines watching people get off after having a blast OR seeing people get off while turning green. Yet, even so, we are still there waiting patiently, as the butterflies grow the closer we get to our turn.
That’s where we are with Chickfila now— waiting in line with butterflies.
AND we’ve been on this ride before, too!! We walked right up to it, and strapped ourselves in. We were confident and so SURE we’d both love it. We went up the hill, put our hands up, andddddddd we did not enjoy the outcome.
It dropped us down a huge hill and we were blown away. I didn’t handle it well at first and probably turned a little green (..more with jealousy though).
Afterwards, we got off the ride, and Kyle held my hand as we walked away. We rode other rides. We experienced other fun things, but still the thought of that ride lingered in our minds.
We wondered: “What if we planned better? Took a different approach? Spent time outside of our comfort zone (or state) to really prepare for it. Maybe we’d enjoy it more this time…? no matter what! We also wouldn’t have any regrets years later of NOT trying.”
So Kyle + I decided to do JUST that. Now it’s less than a month before we all try to ride (or apply) again.
We are back in the familiar line, Kyle, Tristan, Blakely, and I, but we are different people who are better prepared for any outcome.
If I’m honest, my pride does worry me sometimes— since we’ve also invited all of you along more this time… whether we hit or miss. #thatsscary 😬
But really… whatever the outcome, we’re ready. I still have butterflies, but we’re ready. I’m still anxious, but we’re ready. I’m sometimes struggling with the memories of the first time, but we’re ready… 💕 #almostthattime