The end of the month.
The end of the year.
The end of the decade.
As I glance back and think about the three “ends”, I find a running refrain in the story of my life – resiliency. I bounce back. I rebound. I get up again. And again. And again… I share not to brag but with awe because this is not who I think I am- the one who bounces back.
Adulting looked glitzy from the stands. Oh, the independence and fun that awaited. But once I took the field, the curveballs came – relationship rejection, job and college struggles, depression, intense physical pain and health trials, and the divorce of my parents. Although my twenties held so much joy (wedding and baby at the top of the list!) the curve balls bruised and sometimes derailed me.
Those years are distant in my rearview mirror. However, each year, each decade, threw in its own array of curveballs to gaze back upon.
“I get knocked down and I get up again…”
You too, huh?
They tried to bury us but they didn’t know we were seeds