Ever have a week where you get punched, either figuratively or literally?
Sunday night I slept peacefully not fully anticipating the storm about to hit Monday. Boy did it ever hit. I've slept fitfully ever since. Today I pondered if this was the most stressful week of my life. And even if it is, I know I will have harder ones to come. The beauty of this week is knowing I am strong enough to weather the storms of my life. I know I will get through them. I also know that life is pretty darn good despite all the weight I am currently carrying.
That is the most peaceful thing I know at this point in my life. Storms can come but I've got enough of my emergency kit in place to survive.
Izzy turns 7!
4 months ago