A beautiful Thursday morning of only 50 degrees Fahrenheit
has me recalculating the plans of the universe. For the first time in years,
the stars are aligning and I’m a bit leery to hope too high. I have high
expectations for my life and my family’s lives. I make a point to state them
often. But my aspirations have been stomped on repeatedly over the past ten
years. So, I prepare myself to deflect that feeling of dejected disappointment that
stings so deeply when opportunities fall through the sieve like shifting sands.
I plug along, doing what I do. Making plans, moving the
pawns and pieces in my life size game of chess. Waiting patiently, with a quiet
secret hope that everything will be as I think it should. My determination is
the unyielding force driving the events of my life in the direction of my
dreams. Faltering only in momentum lost at the setbacks of changing winds and
uncharted territories. I will not rescind my demands for a life worth living,
filled with hope and joy, love and learning. I will not back down.
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