Back To Life

The twists and turns that life provides are enough to send anyone reeling. They are sometimes enough to make you want to give up. Sometimes the turns are so sharp, you can feel completely out of control... and sometimes you are. Sometimes you're careening down a winding road and go flying into the embankment. If you're lucky, you don' t end up living out a Misery-esque experience but rather, you awake to find yourself able to get the car right back on the road. Back on the path, if you will.

I'm back to living. I felt, for almost a full week, like I was giving up. My apartment looks like a bomb hit it and my mood did have a bomb hit it. My workout routine flew out the window while I've spent most of my time trying to stay in the window. (Indoors, that is.) I'm still preparing to defend myself but I refuse to keep going as it's been for the last few days. Sure, from now on, I have to keep my eyes open just a little wider and I have to keep walking with my safety notch turned all the way up but I refuse to let it stop me from living for one minute more.

I did some reading about what I've been experiencing. It could easily and completely break me down if I let it. I refuse. I'm getting back to life and this is where I'll stay. I've come too far along this dirty and rocky road to stop hoping that just up around that bend, just one hundred feet away, is pavement which will provide me with a much smoother ride. I will always expect potholes but I will not expect that I can't go around at least some of them, some of the time.