A blessed life...

We all have one. We really do. I promise. It just all depends on how many layers of shit you are willing to tredge thru in order to get to it. Like a pearl I suppose. How many years of pressure can you allow yourself to take? Is it easier to let that pressure pull you down inside of yourselves until your outer shell cracks and can never produce anything of beauty and you are left, jagged and broken on a shore somewhere. The softest parts of you exposed to a too harsh world? Or is it easier to buck up. Grow those protective barnacles and realize that today is just a day. A wave is just a wave. Nothing more, nothing less. It will still pick you up and tumble you around. Just somedays it may be softer, playful tumbles. Otherdays it may feel like you are being pounded into the ground with tons of sand being piled on top of you. That sand may trap you. Then all you want in the world is a different wave to come shake that sand off and pick you up to playfully toss you around again. But no matter what it's up to us, not that wave or that day, on whether we allow ourselves to become buried and entombed in our troubles. It's how the world works. Somethings may feel like the hardest thing you will ever have to go thru. And it very well might end up being true. But another day will always come. Another day will bring you new challenges. Another day will bring you fresh smiles. Another day will allow your heart to heal. This year has been a very hard year for quite a bit of my stash of friends and family. it seems that the majority of us have had a significant loss this year. Whether it was a job, the loss of a relationship, the death of a parent, a brother, a son, a husband. The loss of friendships. The loss of comfort. We all seemed to expereince it a little every day. Sometimes it traps us down and makes us turn to things to mask the truth. Sometimes it makes us more brutally honest. No matter what though.... A new day will come tomorrow. We will have another day to prove ourselves. Another day to learn from what we lost. I don't know if it's easier to allow yourself to break or to never allow those cracks. I think we all need a good balance of the two. We need to let ourselves be a bit vulnerable sometimes, but we need to know when that tough shell will come in handy. I ramble to all hell in this and used one of the silliest analogies so thanks for bearing with me. I'll go into why I felt the need for this post in the next few days. For now though, just know someone is always there to help you if you ask. Someone will always offer you a joke when you need one and a shoulder to cry on. That is one of the many ways we are all so blessed.