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Fighting Flight

  My daughter shared in her first experience of dance camp to kick off summer break. It has been awhile since she attended this particular dance studio, but she was familiar since she was a former student. The owner and instructor knew her very well. The instructor has always treated my family kindly. I could see following the first day after I picked her up she was a bit flustered. Many of  the other girls were acquainted with one another from the past dance season. I could see our daughter’s nervousness in being for what she considered the new kid on the block.  She mentioned the following day that one of her peers said something that hurt her feelings. I asked her did she enjoy dance camp she shared that she wanted to continue? I picked her up following teaching a dance class myself for which I could admit I was feeling a bit dranied. I saw her sweet face in the midst of all the perky little girls excited following the completion of one of their dance routines. My daughter had the awkward look that I recognized as her mother in knowing when she’s feeling uncomfortable. I spoke with her inquiring  about the events of that particular day at camp. She explained that she felt a little left out. I asked her again if she wanted to stay, and she smiled saying that she wanted to continue. By the end of the week our daughter was jumping in the  morning to attend camp. They did an end of the camp performance the last day. I watched my daughter dance full of confidence enjoying in the moment with her now friends in each transition of each routine. I was so proud of her bravery in fighting the will to run away despite distractions, frustration, and times were she felt unsure to remain trusting in God that she could handle whatever was ahead of her.

  We moved a lot growing up actually over 10 times.  I watched how my mother handled conflicts and disputes by oftentimes walking away easily from the challenge as if they never happened. She ran from troubles, and we had no choice but to run with her. She wasn’t a coward by no means, but she struggled in handling conflicts in a healthy manner. Early in my young adult age I had some unhealthy romantic relationships. There were two relationships that stood out the most within being long-term, toxic, and they played heavily on me spiritually. I wanted to prove unlike my mother that I was not a quitter, and I was invested.  I got the courage to leave, but I struggled for years with searching for the balancing of knowing when to leave or stay in areas. I like my mother hated conflict, tension, and dissension. I begin to leave following my mother’s footsteps in running easily if ever the sight of any conflict or when my social anxiety peeked feelings of uneasiness. Yes, I had my share of toxic friendships, and some environments, but I didn’t have to handle them so abruptly I admit.  

   I learned later after going in circles with no solid ground how to be still trusting in the Lord when having problems. I learned that oftentimes when I made the decision to plant my feet from things worked out better than expected. I just needed to have more faith and patience. I have evolved with the understanding that difficult  people can be anywhere knowing that I couldn’t  keep running thinking what I just left wouldn’t follow or be where I entered. Friendships mean a lot to me, and I wasn’t going to call it quits after every disagreement. Impersonal relationships are essential for business, so it is best to have the minimum amount of collateral damage as possible. Our daily interactions and stability in maintaining relationships  are in great reference to our relationship in self-discipline as believers. I learned to talk it out with those I loved, and the individuals I knew God placed in my life. Yes, there were a few people I had to cut loose for which I did, but most now I give grace as the Lord has gave me to work it out when issues arise. Not everyone will like me or want to be kind, but I know I can’t run after every dirty look. Satan knows our weaknesses, and he knows those of us who are runners. Despite our sensitivity we have to get out of our feelings. I knew I couldn’t operate to the fullness of my purpose as a living disciple, mother, or ever be productive if I kept lacing up my tennis shoes to run away at on set problems. I decided to plant my feet and faith strong with trusting my Heavenly Father in preparing be in sustaining whatever challenges or conflicts.  I made the decision to fight flight similar to that of my daughter. 

I apply these simple steps when I feel the on set of panic of easily calling it quits or running away:

  • Be still and stop running.
  • Don’t be easily intimated.
  • You are not your past.
  • Rise above your naysayers and unmerited chatter.
  • No one is immune to hate. Focus on those who love you for you instead of those who harbour issues and discontent.
  • Find your inner warrior with the courage and will to fight.
  • Be bold and don’t be afraid to confront or address if need be.
  • Look at problems as challenges that are opportunities to bring out the best you.
  • Get right back up and try again after failure.
  • Remember disappointments may detour us, but they don’t determine the ultimate destination. 


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