Nobody Likes Bad Weather

I love how we say, "Well things could be worse, right?"  And then I get fired...

We try to live with positive thinking in hopes that things are going to work out in our favor if we just constantly pursue and stay grinding to move forward, however there's always a time when we want to do nothing else but throw in the towel.  The feeling of being so exhausted you just want to drop everything and have no responsibility but to breathe.

We take four steps ahead only to get knocked six steps behind.  Feeling so bruised up from always being pushed back and kicked down, I can never actually throw the towel on the ground. 

At my worse times when I want to disappear and disregard all of the problems I face, there is some small flame that stays ignited deep within me and it just will not allow me to quit.  Even when I tell myself that this is just my luck and things aren't likely to get better at the moment, I know greatness is just ahead.  It may be two weeks down the road or two years down the road- but I can't stop because I am so anxious to get there. 

Friends use the same old lines over and over like "Don't worry you will be fine, you always are."  I always climb my way over the mountains that are set in front of me and in all honesty it's not the words of others that push me over and make me keep climbing- it's the little flame that will never go out. 

I come through the door with bloodshot eyes from crying the entire drive to Boca and my arms at my side only to see a good friend opening a bottle of wine already.  She says, "You know it's always a storm before the rainbow."

I laugh and say, "This isn't a storm, it's a damn hurricane."

The little flame won't let me sit inside and drink my wine until the rain passes, it's making me go outside and fight the weather. 

You can all sit inside if you choose but I'm running through the hurricane toward the rainbow- and once I get there it's never going to rain again.