Several people have asked me why I chose Naked on the Tundra as the name for this blog. I know it’s a problem for some of you, especially if you’re reading this at work and your IT department is filtering your email and internet access. I apologize for that, but it couldn’t be helped.
Naked on the Tundra is a phrase I started using many, many years ago, when I was trying to explain to someone how it feels to do something completely outside of my comfort zone. Being Naked on the Tundra means being alone in a cold, desolate, and sometimes unfriendly place, without any protection. It means not knowing when or if anyone or anything will come along to help.
Here are some instances where I’ve had that feeling:
Getting married at the age of twenty and moving to a new town in a new state where I know no one? Naked on the Tundra
Moving to Germany, thousands of miles away from friends and family? Naked on the Tundra
Going back to college after ten years? Naked on the Tundra
Getting divorced and being a single parent? Naked on the Tundra
Getting married again? Naked on the Tundra
Learning to SCUBA dive when I don’t like putting my head under water? Naked on the Tundra
Moving to a new city and state ALL BY MYSELF? Naked on the Tundra
Starting a blog? Definitely, Naked on the Tundra
If there’s one thing I know for certain, it’s that we are not meant to go through this life alone. First we need to have faith in God, trusting that no matter what happens and how scary it is, that He is with us every step of the way. Second, we need our family, immediate and extended, every crazy, dysfunctional one of them. Yes, we need boundaries, but we are linked by God’s design and we need to work through our issues and celebrate that we are connected by blood. Lastly, we need a core group of friends, not the 348 friends that the average adult user has on Facebook, but the kind of friends with whom you can laugh, cry, and completely be yourself.
Regardless of how mature or faithful or connected I am, there are still things that make my adrenaline flow, when my instant reaction is feeling Naked on the Tundra. I don’t think all the prayer, counseling and positive self-talk in the world can stop that very human response. When I rely on God, family and friends, though, I know there’s someone out there who’s ready to toss me a blanket and give me shelter until the season passes.
What makes you feel Naked on the Tundra and what do you do to work through it? I’d love to hear your stories.