This past week has been trying and exhausting. It has been most uninspiring and seemingly stuck in a rut. Like a man waiting for his ship to finally come in but realizing that he is a lone Captain of that ship sailing in rough sea’s without a rudder and having no navigation for the dark clouds. All news is bad and the light on the horizon always seems to be false hope. I am ever confident that the storms will pass only to hear more thunder and be pelted by the rain. Things could always be worse because I am still afloat. For that I am Grateful anyway. I sail on. I feel at the very least fate will place me on dry land once again. Is it fate or faith? Sometimes you have to wonder. But for now I’ll hang on to hope again. It could be that I could find a way to repair the rudder and the clouds will clear enough to steer myself in the right direction and land somewhere peaceful and calm.
