thankful for...
the storms
This year has been something of a roller coaster for me. I feel like I'm on a ship somewhere in the middle of the ocean... either relaxing to the gentle rocking of the boat under a clear blue sky, coasting on calm waters, or holding on for dear life as a raging storm thrashes me about like a rag doll, praying that last slap of cold water in my face was the last, but knowing I need to try and catch my breath before it comes again.
So here we are, halfway through the calendar, and all I'm hoping for is time to dry out and enjoy the endless blue and soft wind before the smell of rain returns. I know I am supposed to be thankful for these storms, these trials. That they are shaping my character and my story and giving me new tools to navigate life on the ship.
So that's what this is. My SOS. I am thankful.. I guess. I am trying to learn, trying to grow through this. Praying I won't be too worse for the wear when it's all said and done.
But frankly, I'm ready to get off the damn ship.
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So here we are, halfway through the calendar, and all I'm hoping for is time to dry out and enjoy the endless blue and soft wind before the smell of rain returns. I know I am supposed to be thankful for these storms, these trials. That they are shaping my character and my story and giving me new tools to navigate life on the ship.
So that's what this is. My SOS. I am thankful.. I guess. I am trying to learn, trying to grow through this. Praying I won't be too worse for the wear when it's all said and done.
But frankly, I'm ready to get off the damn ship.
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