Sometimes,
before things get better,
they just get so much more
ugly.
And sometimes,
when that thing that you thought was
the problem
finally begins to loosen its grip
and melt away,
and you start to feel that you simply cannot wait another moment
for the sweet relief of change,
you stop to survey the situation
and discover
that things actually look worse now
than they did before.
You start to realize that even if you ever do finally get rid of that brutally cold mountainous mess
you’ll be left with a flat, dead, muddy, brown one.
And at least the cold mess was sometimes pretty to look at.
So you feel yourself turning around,
heading inside,
bracing once more for the endless struggle.
But then,
over there,
on that the corner up ahead,
you spot a trickle,
just a tiny stream
of
– could it be? –
hope.
And you follow its path and begin to see it pool,
and flow,
and gain momentum.
And then you take a breath
and look to the sky,
which, you notice,
does seem brighter,
and bluer,
and fresher
than before,
and you wonder
if new life might
actually,
truly,
really be
just around the corner.
xo
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Here’s to the second day of spring, friends. And the muddy, magical, emotional roller coaster that lies ahead.
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