Did you ever hit the proverbial wall, hard, face first and get stuck? You know you need to turn around, get a grip and move forward in the next piece of the maze? Sometimes however, you have to peel yourself off the wall and, damn, it hurts. That happened to me recently.
I'm not stupid person. I know life is what I make of it. Sure, some things are out of my control -- say, like the weather or a natural disaster. How I feel, how I react, what choices I make are in MY control. But, you know, when plastered face first into that wall and slowly trying to peel away without losing too much skin, it's hard to remember to stay positive.
When you do turn around and start down the next piece of the maze, it feels good. Knowing you hit a new personal low and still came back is an amazing feeling. Starting over with some new scars and new knowledge about yourself makes you feel empowered.
Many thanks go to my friends who had to put up with me for a week, or two, or so. Especially if I had been drinking! (you know who you are). Friends are also very powerful and my life is richer with you in it.
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Hitting the wall can be a very eye opening experience. It's sort of like the line from that old song "Pick yourself up, dust yourself off, and start all over again..." Some walls are bigger and harder than others. Hope yours was small and easy to get over.
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