Sometimes, life feels like this...
...mysterious, intimidating, and inevitable. It's glaring you right in the
face, but you can't look away because it's so incredible (good or bad). When
it comes to "Fight or Flight," I am a "freeze" kind of gal. I stop and can't
move, unsure, un-trusting of what to do. If I run, the doom of whatever
it is I want to run from will catch up with me. If I stand and fight, my brain
tells me I will lose. Or that I should just grit my teeth and bear it.
I am like this puppy. I don't make a sound, I just stay there and take it.
Not because I'm courageous. No. But, because I don't know of any other
way to live.
BUT.
After the storm, I always feel like sea glass. Strong, solid,
light, and serene.
Yes, sea glass feels like that.
