I am strong, but not impervious. Things still get to me, too.
Sometimes I falter and fall off the path. This is part of life.
The main thing is having the courage to get myself together and find my way back—this is the hardest part.
There is no field manual for how to make yourself believe that you can do it. I can try my best, though.
Effort is usually clouded by distractions and excuses; “I ran out of time today, so I’ll do it tomorrow.”
Tomorrow becomes next week.
Next week becomes never.
If I had the chance, I would put the whole world on pause, and ask myself: “What the heck are doing, here? What happened to your dreams?”
But life keeps going and it never stops. I know enough to know what I know, though. If time doesn’t present itself, you make it. It is that simple.
It’s just that simple is very rarely ever easy.
So what do I do? Where do I go from here that offers hope, or a glimpse of things to come?
The answer has been there the whole tim. I have simply refused to recognize it.
I’ve been too busy trading courage for comfortable things.
It’s the same as staring at yourself in the mirror, paralyzed by what-if’s, instead of pulling up your bootstraps and getting out there.
You’ve just got to do it, for better or for worse.
It’s not going to look perfect, but it’s something I’ll have to come to accept
(we all have to stop pretending like it’s going to go our way.)
Your story won’t live to tell itself if you don’t try, first.
Stop getting in your own way.
Life is too short and precious to waste,
and some missed opportunities will never come back.
By the grace of God, I hope I never falter and give up
(I’ve been close, but it hasn’t happened yet.)
Right now, I’m in the thick of it,
but it doesn’t mean I can’t dig my way out.
I’ve got more in me than I think I know, still.
It’s just on me, now, to take that first step
and find my way back home.