Seasonal Storms
If any storm grows too tumultuous, seek its eye to find a moment of reprieve and rest until you're ready to face whatever challenge head on.
The pot of gold at the end of a rainbow is in the relief, not the realization, that the storm is over and also temporary. It's always been temporary. Yes, even the chaos that usurps your peace for a season. I've drowned in so many storms that I'm more water than lungs but I've learned how to breathe through the sludge run…
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