It's morning and I forget what it is I wanted to write yesterday. Probably just as well, because yesterday wasn't such a happy day. I walked only one step ahead of tear drops and was really better off left alone.
The stress of finality and new beginnings surrounds me. Night before last, I literally dreamed I was drowning. Perhaps Freud was onto something after all. I called Help Help into the night of my own personal darkness and The One who is there for me always gathered me up to reassure I am, in fact, still on solid ground.
I've been allowing myself to travel the trajectory of someone else's arrow.
Silly me.
Today is a return to faith. This faith reminds me I never walk my path alone - crying out as I may - but really and truly guided. Hand-held. Loved. Who I am is. good. enough.
Good enough to grow on.
Blessings on your day.
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