The storm is ending.
I feel like one day I might write about rainbows and sunshine, but today isn't that day. Let's be real those rainbow and sunshine days are only appreciated because of the dark and gloomy days. Sometimes in my life those days turn into weeks, and there can be months where it all just falls apart.
It's not always dark and gloomy, there are moments. Life around here is a roller coaster. Some days I have just enough mix to keep me grounded, and some days are fantastic and then well those clouds roll in.
I used to be afraid of thunderstorms. They scared the living daylights out of me. I would hide under the blankets with my Dad's dog in high school through college when those storms rolled in. I didn't understand how something could have so much power and be so destructive.
My life is similar to a thunderstorm. With the right conditions ( or in this analogy with the wrong conditions) those clouds stay. My life becomes a hail storm of missed steps. The winds howl with bad news, and trees fall over creating roadblocks. Sometimes the thunderstorm is the start of a tornado, and it's wide path destroys everything, leaving me hunkered down in the basement of my depression.
Then the storm passes. You find who stuck around, and who comes to help you clean up the debris. You rebuild. You clean off what you can. You salvage what's good. You throw away what you can no longer keep.
The skies turn sunny, sometimes there is a rainbow. Sometimes there is not. The sun feels good no matter what. You restart and move forward.
This is how I feel about my life. My storm is passing, I am just coming out of my basement. Piece by piece, step by step, I am working on making it better. Not everything will be the same, and I am learning that is okay. We take what we can keep, and let go of things, baggage, in my cause a hell of a lot of guilt.
It's not always dark and gloomy, there are moments. Life around here is a roller coaster. Some days I have just enough mix to keep me grounded, and some days are fantastic and then well those clouds roll in.
I used to be afraid of thunderstorms. They scared the living daylights out of me. I would hide under the blankets with my Dad's dog in high school through college when those storms rolled in. I didn't understand how something could have so much power and be so destructive.
My life is similar to a thunderstorm. With the right conditions ( or in this analogy with the wrong conditions) those clouds stay. My life becomes a hail storm of missed steps. The winds howl with bad news, and trees fall over creating roadblocks. Sometimes the thunderstorm is the start of a tornado, and it's wide path destroys everything, leaving me hunkered down in the basement of my depression.
Then the storm passes. You find who stuck around, and who comes to help you clean up the debris. You rebuild. You clean off what you can. You salvage what's good. You throw away what you can no longer keep.
The skies turn sunny, sometimes there is a rainbow. Sometimes there is not. The sun feels good no matter what. You restart and move forward.
This is how I feel about my life. My storm is passing, I am just coming out of my basement. Piece by piece, step by step, I am working on making it better. Not everything will be the same, and I am learning that is okay. We take what we can keep, and let go of things, baggage, in my cause a hell of a lot of guilt.
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