I took a huge step yesterday, y’all. This was no baby step, that’s for sure. Yesterday, Hubster was on duty and couldn’t leave campus for church, but C and I went to church. Yes, I took C by myself to church. But – wait! – there’s more.
I was frazzled, because I got there right as service was starting and I loathe walking in late. As soon as we walked in the door, I saw the pastor come over to us right away. He asked if I was dropping C off in the nursery and offered to walk us there. I obliged, even though I knew where the nursery was. I fought my instinct to shake him off (in the past, I’ve been known to want to fade into the crowd at church).
After I signed C in, I headed through the lobby to the sanctuary. I noticed the pastor was still out there, and he made eye contact with me. I completely shocked myself with what I was about to do. I did not quickly avert my eyes and power walk to the sanctuary, effectively running away from the pastor.
I walked right over to him, put out my hand and introduced myself.
The pastor knows who I am now. I’m committed to this.
And, in taking these steps yesterday I feel like I’ve finally kicked postpartum anxiety’s ass. WOO!