Life Is Weathering the Storm
But we’re all here, together, so I choose to dance in the rain
We never really get there, do we. Running, chasing what we thought what bring us peace. Peace comes from presence; even in a storm, the only way through it is to face it.
It’s hard to face what hurts. The words escape us — those to articulate the emotion in our chests or what we truly want from life. The past intrudes on our thoughts like an uninvited guest who doesn’t knock, just barges into our home. So hard to let go, adding cracks of lightning to an otherwise sunny day.
Maybe the future will bring peace. When I’m done with this or when I get that. When I make it. But we never fully make it.
I battle self-critical thoughts, a component of the chronic pain that I’ve felt for years; I expect so much, and when things are on track, I’m inspired. But I lose myself when I lose my semblance of control.
I question if I’m doing enough; it’s exhausting. I treasure peace, and presence, and the slow pace of life. But I expect so much out of myself. The questioning and the doubt are part of the journey. I’ve realized that.
Perhaps at times we need to take our foot off the petal to reassess. We have to pause — step back.
