I was all set to log on here tonight and say that I was giving up on this project. I’m tired…exhausted really…more mentally than physically and was doubting myself a lot. I sat here and cried and wondered why I had chosen to take this on when I can barely keep up with my other responsibilities.
A friend and I climbed to the top of a ridge in southern Ohio yesterday. It was the best feeling I’ve had in a long time. I got scratched by thorns and the steep ascent left me out of breath. At one point I slipped and fell. It felt so good when we got to the top, though, and we watched the sun set through the bare trees. Sometimes, you just have to climb above the fray and be still.
Of course, deep down, I really know why I took on this month-long, writing exercise. I know that when life pushes me down, I can come here to be uplifted. I know that when my soul feels crushed, I can write until it no longer hurts to draw a breath.
Those trees are stronger than I am; able to face the cold with their naked limbs reaching toward the sky. They wait to be renewed by the warmth of spring and only the weak ones will break under the pressure of ice and brisk winds of winter.
I am not as hardy. I am weak because I am human.
But, I find strength in words.