Archive | August, 2015

Airplane Confessions

31 Aug

Plot Twist

As I watched the sunrise from the window seat of a 6am Frontier flight I finally had time to reflect on all of the things that had transpired in the last week. I began to feel like less and less like a pillar of strength and more like a tumbleweed at the mercy of the wind. I so badly wanted to feel grounded, but it just so happens that my life was literally up in the air. My mind wandered to the “what ifs” that consumed me. You always assume that bad things never happen to good people. This naivety helps to navigate through the cruelties of the world. The problem is, when the bad things DO happen to you it feels like a sucker punch to the gut. You didn’t see them coming so you have no time to brace yourself. Some people get lucky and go through life down the lazy river. Others aren’t so lucky and get stuck in class 4 rapids. I feel like I am in a class 4 rapid and a huge waterfall is at the horizon. The waters are so strong that I can’t simply turn around and go back. I have to hold on tight and trust that my skills will help me navigate down the waterfall so I can come out even stronger than before.

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