One thing that I've learned in the past 26 years is that often times the minute you feel like giving up a breakthrough is soon to come. So many times I've wanted to quit. Throw in the towel. Straight up give in. Then some sign from God appears assuring me that I'm gonna be just fine. For the past 8 1/2 years that sign came in the form of the most adorable kid I've ever laid eyes on. Sometimes that sign was remembering something my Grandma Dot had said. Sometimes that sign was getting a phone call or text from my mom or sister. Whatever form that sign came in or will come in, it pushed me to hold on a little tighter. With every heartbreak. Every tear. Every disappointment. Every trial and tribulation... there's been this little voice inside of me saying "you can do it, but you gotta keep going..."
Its hard to keep going when you feel like you have no strength to persevere. Its hard when you feel like you're carrying the weight of thw world on your shoulders, with no one to pass it to so you can take a break. Its hard to keep going when the harder you pray for peace the devil serves up a heaping plate of hell! Its hard when you cry yourself to sleep each night because you just don't know but then wake up the next morning forcing a smile so no one will ask "whats wrong?"
Do you even care or are you just nosey?
However, life can be summed up in three words: it goes on!
He broke my heart. Life went on. I lived before him, I'll live after him.
She stabbed me in my back. Life went on.
My grandma died. Life went on.
I became a single parent. Life went on.
I made a bad grade. Life went on.
I lost my job. Life went on.
Friends became enemie. Life went on.
Life went on.
It went on.
IT. WENT. ON.
Sometimes, you gotta wipe away the tears. Get over your fears. Put your big girl panties on. Look life in the face and say BRING IT...
&& just keep swimming.
