My last drill. My last weekend wearing the uniform of the United States Army. It’s bittersweet, but this morning I’m not feeling very motivated. I don’t want to go, I have a headache. Is there any excuse I can use to get out this? No. This is my commitment to fulfill. I can see the light. I can finish this strong. One last time I get in my car and drive down the canyon, taking the road that leads me to my unit armory. It’s early. I’m tired. But I’m going.
As I’m driving I have a lot of time to think, and I do a lot of thinking. I don’t want to, but I do want to. I need to fulfill my commitment because the next chapter is coming soon. Despite everything, it is bittersweet closing out this chapter. Twelve years is a long time, especially when I basically grew up because of the Army. My entire adult life has centered around my military career and the places it’s taken me, the things I’ve learned. It’s prepared me for this time now, for where I am going next. My next chapter of life.
There’s peace in my decision to get out. There is no peace in my unit this weekend. That’s where the internal struggle peaks as I drive down the canyon lit up by a full moon in the early morning hours. As I come out of the canyon into town the sun is starting to peak over the horizon.
There’s one stop I need to make before completing my drive. Coffee. I pull in the drive-thru, order, and pull out my money to pay. When I do I pull out an extra $5. I didn’t plan to, but I felt led to do a random act of kindness. There wasn’t anyone directly behind me, but why not pay it forward anyway. I pull up to the window, pay, and get my coffee. I then hand the cashier the $5 and tell her to save it toward the bill of the next person who pulls up. As I drove away my spirit immediately shifted. I felt lighter, and I smiled as I continued on toward my destination. I have no idea what happened with the next customer or how long the pay it forward chain may have went on for. But I know at least one person was blessed, and that’s all that matters. It lifted my spirits as I headed into a tough weekend, but knowing at least one person was blessed through something so simple as paying for a cup of coffee helped to ease my anxieties. I arrived at my unit in a better state of mind, and someone else was also starting their day in a better mood as well. It really doesn’t take much to keep encouraged, as long as you keep your eyes open in looking for the opportunities. Sometimes we have to reach outside of ourselves and encourage another so that we can be encouraged as well.
“Then, by the will of God, I will be able to come to you with a joyful heart, and we will be an encouragement to each other.” – Romans 15:32
Tracy is a soldier and veteran of the United States Army. Newly married and living in the beautiful mountains of Colorado, she chronicles her journey through her “Chats With God”. Currently pursuing a Graduate Certificate in Military Resilience and a Master of Divinity, Tracy has a passion for helping others overcome anxiety, depression, and mental health problems. You can learn and read more on her website at http://tracydalton.com/
This article was originally published on Tracy’s blog: https://tracydalton.com/2020/01/15/lift-your-spirit/#more-3225