I set myself these goals. They may not seem like lofty ones but when I’m sitting there only a couple days in and the cracks of my like are beginning to widen and show, they feel hefty. Why do I do this I wonder? Why do I challenge myself?
Today is a day for considering my strength, from where do I gather it from.
The cold seeps in and my long sleeve shirt and sweater do little to provide warmth against the chill. I reach and turn on my little space heater that sits on my desk. It takes the chill off. And I sit here, sipping my coffee that’s chilled in the cool air too. Wondering about this strength. About these last two years. Because I remember where I was then. Rejecting. Angry. Bitter. Hurt. Hurt. Hurt. Hurt. Hurt. Hurt.
Two years. (will i ever get over this)
This year has been focusing on flying. I look back over these last two years. Hope and Fly. Two of my most difficult. Ones where I wasn’t sure strength would come. Let alone the “promise” hidden in words of focus.
So I hold with loose fingers whatever strength comes my way. Because I’ve learned that strength is fleeting.