10 years ago, the course I’d set for myself turned out to be really bumpy; very difficult. Not like, “worthwhile” difficult. Like, “caught in a washing machine of crashing waves in the surf break, unable to reach the calmer water farther out” difficult.
5 years ago, while recovering from a traumatic brain injury, I had plenty of time to examine the progress I’d made. It was substantial. I’d learned a lot, and found many new ways to strengthen my resilience.
But at what cost?
Today, while enjoying some scheduled rest, I’m grateful for the choices I made to lean into the pull of the tides on my journey instead of continuing to thrash.
onward.
-dmac