…that’s how I saw myself for a long time. The more I got pushed, the more I fought back to reach my full extension. And yes, life has pushed me more than once and every time I somehow manage to came back stronger and wiser, turning the bad to something good. Now, I’m but a slinky… a small push down the stairs and the motion itself keeps me going to the bottom floor where I sit as I lay. How do I brake the fall? How do I find the strength to push back? If I knew, this blog would be about beautiful flowers, furry little animals and happy thoughts… but as you see, it is not.
I know I don’t have all the right answers… but I sure as hell would like to think I have all the right questions.