"Shrek, I'm Looking Down!"
I think that the movie Shrek
probably falls into the category of “lifelong favorites” for me. I’ve seen it several times over the years,
have the soundtrack memorized, and really enjoy the way the story-line and humor
blend together.
In one scene in the movie, Shrek and Donkey have to cross a
very rickety old bridge. Of course it’s
towering over a pit of boiling lava, and Donkey has some trepidation about
crossing. Shrek crosses easily, looking
straight ahead of him and focusing on the walking along the bridge, not the
lava. He tells Donkey to do the
same. Donkey makes it about halfway, but
then a board breaks beneath his foot, and Donkey exclaims in a panic, “Shrek, I’m
looking down!!!”
Today feels like I’m looking down. Leading up to the move to Guatemala, I’ve
been remarkably calm and relaxed. I
haven’t had any nervousness about it at all, really. I’ve gotten a few things in order, kept
myself organized, and for the most part have felt confident that the school has
been doing a lot to ease the
transition for new teachers and that I’ll be taken care of once I get
there. Heck, I even have a friend at the
school already. I have nothing to be
scared of. I’ve been walking along that
bridge, my eyes on the other side, completely confident I’ll reach it safe and
sound.
Except today I looked at the calendar, and suddenly I’m 4
days away from moving. And it certainly
feels like I should have been doing more to get ready to leave. Like there’s got to be something I’m forgetting and the fact that I’ve forgotten will make
my life pretty miserable my first few weeks in Guate. I’m looking down. And that boiling lava looks pretty perilous
as it swirls below me.
The thing is, it’s hard to get to the other side of the bridge
when you’re frozen in the middle, staring at the danger below you. Being scared doesn’t solve your problem. In the movie, Donkey has Shrek, who distracts
him and by doing so, gets him safely across the bridge. Sometimes, despite being a grown adult, I
need someone to make the simple tasks which have suddenly become overwhelming
seem less so. Thankfully, moms are
really good for that. Even when they
just sit in the same room as you and laugh at how much you’re freaking out and
then maybe make a common sense suggestion or two. I know I’ll get across my bridge just fine,
and on the other side, the next big adventure will be waiting for me.
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