Just when I believe I can keep all the emotional balls in the air (and I believe it with all my heart) confidence falls, rapidly followed by pluck and grit and mettle.
There are days when you feel like you’re on top of the world, and if you’re like me, those days are usually followed by an abrupt change in the opposite direction. Out of nowhere, the enormity of decisions I’ve had to make hit me like a sucker punch and I go down for the count. Sometimes I stay there until the fight is called and everyone goes home. Then, and only then, can I pull myself to my feet, dress my wounds, and consciously decide to live to fight the fight again.
Can I do this by myself again? Can I live this life without a helper, a partner, a mate to help pick up the slack? At times I feel my life moving too fast, slipping by at 600 miles an hour at a cruising altitude of 30,000 feet. Descent is imminent and pre-ordained. How do I begin to start over again? How do I begin?
I begin at the beginning and hope not to slide backwards too often.