There comes a time where we are forced to walk into the storm of life.
I have let the storms of life consume me in the past. As I fought to find my way through and out of the storm, it would swirl around me harder and faster making it so I couldn’t see the forest for the trees.
I was talking to my mom one day, and she was telling me about a horse she was working with. Somehow I managed to turn that conversation into something about me.
But I as I did it I got the gift of clarity and said to her… “I just make everything about me right now don’t I?”
And in that moment I knew I had to stop letting myself be defined by my circumstances.
I was allowing the storm to consume me and I was becoming the struggle.
And that day I stopped talking about the storm, and I began to limit the amount of time I would allow myself to think about it.
Which was hard. It felt like I was recalibrating myself.
But really I was liberating myself.
I realized it was brought up in every conversation because nobody knew what else to talk to me about anymore.
I had to brush it off and find new things to think about, and begin to move forward with my life.
The most important part was allowing the storm to be its own thing, and have its own life without me.
Once you can do that… you are free from the struggle and can begin to live again.