I will be headed out of town for work in a few days. I have a lot to do to prepare for my trips, yet I sit and write. I am writing because I need to.
I’ve been having trouble writing these past few weeks and I don’t know why?
As I caught up with a friend yesterday and recalled my year, I realized how isolating it has been.
Since last year I have faced any fear that emerged. Last years fears were a breeze compared to the deep fears that unfolded this year. I did not write about all the hard moments I experienced, but if you reviewed my posts this year you can see the hills and valleys.
No matter how hard I tried, I could not find my footing. The series of challenges that defined my year, never let me get too comfortable or fully catch my breath. I feel like I am still gasping for air.
In September, I was genuinely happy with all I learned from the year. Getting sick in the end of October through mid-November took a lot out of me. Usually I have resolve around this time, but I am still processing everything.
At this moment, I can assert to a depth I never could before:
When you let go of land, life is very, very fluid and can feel like ragging rapids at times. You can not predict it and it will surprise you at any moment. Each moment prepares you for the next moment or future moments. If you rise to each challenge it will shape you, build your strength and speak to your character.