May 15, 2012


Sometimes things are just fine until a wave hits me from behind and I feel like I'm drowning and there is no way I'm going to ever get a breath of air again. And sometimes I just want to breathe in the water and get it over with, but eventually I float back up to the surface, gasping for breath.

I find something to hold on to till I'm on solid ground again, hoping I don't get pulled back under.

Today I'm floating and waiting for my feet to find the the ground. I know it will come so it's just a matter of holding on. Then I'll be good till the next wave comes. Or maybe I'll learn to play farther away from the shoreline.

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