Keeping it simple for you

 T wasn't the right time… Just when I'd begun to gather the pieces of myself, To breathe without flinching, To believe again.... This storm came, uninvited. I was ready to brave the odds, Maybe not all, but enough… But this breaks the surface beneath my feet. It pulls me under when I had just begun to swim. I am not weak. But even the strong, sink sometimes  :(

It’s 13:31, and I should be fast asleep, but instead, I find myself wide awake, with a pen in hand, thoughts flowing freely.  It's odd but something definitely feels different today.  The worries are still there, unchanged, sitting where I left them. But the past 48 hours brought a kind of strength I hadn't felt in a long time; subtle, may even be fragile, but very real. Or may be it was always there and I overshadowed (well, that's not my version but this is what I retained in these 48 hours).  I still see the hurdles ahead. The route remains uncertain, but something about sharing my fears, voicing my worries, brought a flicker of light into the tunnel I’ve dreaded walking alone. You probably don’t realize how much your presence, your voice, matters to me but I need to say it: even a moment of connection, even the smallest drop of relief from the weight I carry, travels with me a long way. I've laid bare my fears, my doubts, the things that hold me back. And still, you...

 Nana Bou, Teachers day may have passed but your teachings remain forever. This is from Us to You 🙇‍♀️ However rough the ocean may be, you have taught us to sail through: with or without a kayak,
 with or without a keel,
 with or without a compass to steer. Life has hurled us into storms
that many would never dare to face, yet your patience and perseverance have guided us to stand fearless: with or without a clue,
 with or without a plan,
 with or without a map in hand. And from this day forward we promise to rise,
to never again shrink from the fight: with or without a shield,
 with or without a sword,
 with or without a flame to light our way. Your SSN :)