Sometimes life throws you a curve ball. Only it’s a gigantic, heavy boulder that comes hurtling at you out of nowhere and lands right on top of you, nearly crushing you. Nearly. It doesn’t completely crush you because you’ve been thrown other curve balls and been hit by other boulders, and you’ve survived. And that has made you stronger.
One of those boulders hit me yesterday. I’m sad. I’m devastated. I’m conflicted. But I have hope. I know from other difficult times I’ve been through that things can turn out—and that they can even turn out better than expected. And the thing about being pinned under that boulder is that you can’t see too far ahead of you. I’m a planner and a preparer. Normally, I need to know, or at least plan, on how things in the distant future are going to go. But I’ve also learned that sometimes it’s better to focus on the here and now and just be part of the present.
I also know that despite how heavy that boulder is, it can be weathered and chipped away until all that’s left are tiny, light little pieces that can’t hold me down anymore. And when I get up, I’ll be stronger again.
Things are going to be rough. They’re going to be heavy. They will get dark, and I don’t know how it’s going to turn out. But this time around I have faith and hope. And that means everything.