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No Rhyme Or Reason

Thursday, February 25, 2021

I’ve finally started to understand that my life seems to be a moving target. It's taken a lot of bumps, bruises and falls to realize that every day isn’t going to be a win. I have days where I just don’t want to speak to anyone, and breaking my silence seems to be a monumental task. But there are also days when I hop out of bed, ready to conquer the world and I feel like I can do absolutely anything. There’s no rhyme or reason as to why my days are a hodgepodge of ups and downs, but that’s just how my present life works right now. I don’t have all the answers and most of the time, I don’t think I even know the questions. It’s a battle to slap a smile on my face at times, while other days I can’t stop laughing. I’ve learned to take the small victories on the bad days - a stranger’s compliment, that delicious first cup of coffee or even just a happy chat on messenger with a friend...That’s how I push through the hard times, the days when I can’t seem to find the energy or motivation to push harder and rise above. But I know those are the days that matter most-when I have to dig deep, fight harder and really make the most of the worst stuff. Anyone can sail through the easy days - we love the times when everything is going right, the world is good and anything seems possible...I know underneath it all I have a warrior's spirit that finally gets it that life isn’t about the big victories or the easiest of days, it’s about finding the light on the bad days and pushing my way through to whatever small joys I can see through the storms. And, yeah, it will rain and pour, and storms may threaten to wash away my resolve, but I’m fighting to no longer let those days define me. I’ve stopped asking for the rainstorms and challenges to stop. But right now I'm standing at the base of the mountain staring at the top. I know that's not what's going to get me there. It's taking that first step and planting one foot in front of the other. Now, I’m strapping on my boots, putting on the best smile I can find and tackling my days head-on.
I’ll still get wet, I’ll still slip and fall, but at least now, I’ve learned how to dance in the rain.

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