A few years ago I learned how to do a headstand while training in acro with my closest friends. Two nights a week of acro and at least three of climbing with the extra few 5k runs made for one very strong Cristi. Sadly, the recent move to Nashville has cut out a major amount of acro, climbing, hiking, kayaking and running. In fact, it has cancelled out most everything but work life.
Truthfully not complaining. Yes, the activities are missed but I am very thankful for the amount of debt I have been able to pay off due to my amazing, talented and thoughtful film coworkers. It's tough to enter into a new film market but the Nash Film Family has given me an oppertunity to join their market in a way I could never repay. Thank you!
This pose was supposed to be a transition into handstands...a documentation of a season that would progress to another. In my mind, it would have only been a year before my hands were holding my body weight above me. Well, let's be honest, I thought a year would take forever...my goal was a month or three.
Two years later, I am no closer and far less practiced.
But isn't that life? You start to document a season, excited about the progress and progression towards the next chapter, you place an aggressive amount of effort upfront only to soon find life gets in the way. Then, you blink only to find that two years have passed since your season started.
If you are anything like me, patience is not a virtue but a foreign language that you didn't even know existed. It's a word that makes you want to punch doors and scrape your nails across a chalkboard. So finding grace in season is like finding gold in the waters of the ocean.
What I am learning, like these photos, looking back to find progress makes seasons worth going through. It helps give each seasons a reason to exist. Timing is everything and completely outside of human control. Human nature is to fight time. We fight getting older, running late, world records, gps "appoximate" arrival, cuddling, times with loved ones, holidays, vacations...we are always looking at finding more time or speeding up time.
I am guilty of ALL of the above. Truthfully, as much as I wish time would follow my line, I am very thankfully that it doesn't. Better yet, I am very thankful that God doesn't follow my time schedule. I would have missed out on growing up in Georgia, going to SCAD, building a life in Woodstock with some of the most incredible people, developing a love for the outdoors (including ALL it's sports), being trained in the film industry by Hollywood's elite, moving to Nashville to be with my incredible family, entering into another amazing film family, finding my once in a lifetime Bae and proving to myself daily that character is more important than title or position.
Noticing that each season has a reason for growth and you start to learn how to connect each dot to form the bigger picture...patience still seems like a foreign language...
But at least it is a foreign language you are now able to find beauty in.
Here's to headstands turning into handstands and patience turning into graceful progress.
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