Life is sharp and overwhelming. That same cold & crisp air that refreshes me is also unpleasantly piercing my lungs when I push myself (or more frequently, am pushed by circumstance) a bit too far. To quote one of my favorite recent reads, "What I need is the dandelion in the spring". Hope. All that jazz. Trust, that I am growing, that there is something deeper underneath all of this. Something that I can't quite place, and maybe I never will.
I'm purposely a bit vague here. My prayers and desires have been a bit muddled, but as they become more clear, I am wary to share them publicly. I'm growing more protective of myself. To my benefit, or to my detriment? That I will have to wait and see.
2 comments:
Bri, I'm so sorry you're going through this. I feel like I have advice to give, but personally hate when people give advice when I haven't asked for it... so my lips are zipped!
What's important is, you're loved, talented, ridiculously funny, thoughtful, quirky, and a great friend! Those are things to be proud of!! Not everyone can say that for themselves! :)
Love ya!
Jill
I always welcome advice!
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