The Waiting (and the Wading) is the Hardest Part!

Apparently, "real Army basic training" is broken down into three phases: Phase I (Red Phase), Phase II (White Phase), and Phase III (Blue Phase). Before you're allowed to begin Phase I, however, you have to spend time in Purgatory, officially known as The Reception Battalion. Which is exactly where I think I have been. Some say that the Reception Battalion is the hardest part of Army Boot Camp. I am hoping it is the hardest part of Break Up Boot Camp as well.

It is said that the Reception Battalion gives you a chance to practice waiting...and waiting...and waiting. When you get bored with waiting in Army Boot Camp it is said that you'll be allowed to practice waiting some more. I suppose, similarly, it can be said that when you get in enough pain wading (through tears, fears and sorrows) in Break Up Boot Camp, you get to continue wading it out (in pain) some more.

The good news, is that there is always an end to the Reception Battalion – both in Army Boot Camp and in Break Up Boot Camp.

And I think I’m nearing the end of the Reception.

While in Army Reception Battalion, you get your shots, process your paperwork, you’re issued your uniforms, and that very favorite of all -- the haircut (you even get to pay for it yourself). Between times, you'll go to chow (three times per day), and you'll wait. You'll know your group is getting close to getting out of Purgatory when the Drill Sergeants start to notice you.

So I’ve received my shots (“God Shots” – i.e. little wake up calls from Marianne Williamson’s latest book and from some of those “Anonymous” meetings I attend), processed my paperwork (countless journal entries, and gratitude lists – for what I have and what I don’t), been issued my new uniform (it’s that constant look of self-assurance I am wearing, whether I actually feel that way or not), and am planning a new haircut when I get my next paycheck (I once knew someone who used to get her haircut every time she went through a transitional period, and she claimed it gave her a new perspective. Hmmm…). I’ve been “chowing” down on spiritual texts and practices and drinking in all that my friends offer in the way of love, support and guidance.

I’ve had a couple of “aha!” moments and some complete minutes of serenity. I’m even considering making my bed (hospital corners included), which I’ve neglected to do for the past two and a half months (how's that for telling on myself?!).

Not wanting to jump the ol’ rifle, but definitely feeling a sense of impending movement, I think the wade is almost over.

Look out, Phase I: I’ll be there soon!

*Shoot! I forgot to get the name of the person who wrote the stuff about actual Boot Camp! Sorry for the plagerism. Just hope it doesn’t lead to a dishonorable discharge – yikes!