Calm Before the Storm

One is on the way. You can feel it on the wind. Part of you is glad. You have survived every one and this one will be no different. You are in the trenches, but they are better than the doldrums now aren’t they?

Some confidence is actually appropriate; you’re able to not be bitter. Sure wasn’t easy. Won’t be. At this point likely ever. Maybe that’s why you’re looking forward to the storm. When you’re so tired of your struggles you look forward to different ones.

Ditch Facebook. Enough. As it is, watching that endless cycle is just insulting and hurting you. Batten down the hatches. Start fortifying LinkedIn again. Who knows… Compartmentalize. What comes out on the other side of the squall will be stronger, if even by a minuscule amount.

May Wisdom lead you – though please not home yet. There’s still too much confusion. Winds blowing in four directions at once and these sails are tattered. These waters aren’t home, but you came out here for a reason… And you’re not scared of them anymore.

Bring the storm. Wish it all upon yourself and yourself alone. And once you’re through it… you’ll finally have clear skies.

To what end? Only God knows. But that’s fine. He’s a better sailor than you’ll ever be. You’ll be fine.

Not soon. But soon enough…

Bring it. Insomnia for something new… and you’re finally wise enough to find it invigorating.

You called it almost 3 years ago, but you didn’t listen to yourself. That’s why she was put in your life. Chaos isn’t the enemy you thought it was.

Chaos is possibility. Chaos is opportunity. Chaos is energy.

If you aren’t careful it will blow up in your face. You can’t control it. But you can choose to navigate through it without trepidation instead of avoiding it.

In the calm before the storm, the skies are clear. You see more clearly now than you have in a long time. That will change when the storms arrive.

But now… you have finally learned Time Squared. Even you don’t get how you’re so optimistic. Even here. Even now. You wouldn’t be if you were truly on your own.

Wintersun’s guitar begins to swirl the waters around the cove. The wind feels soothing and cool.

20 years ago today, your first heart was breaking wide open. Then into pieces, and lost to the sea.

But that was a different time. And never again will you be afraid of a storm…in May.