I Have Come To Accept The Feeling Of Not Knowing Where I Am Going

And I have trained myself to love it.

Because it is only when we are suspended in mid-air with no landing in sight, that we force our wings to unravel and alas begin our flight.

And as we fly, we still may not know where we are going to.

But the miracle is in the unfolding of the wings.

You may not know where you’re going, but you know that so long as you spread your wings, the winds will carry you.


Speak Quietly To Yourself & Promise There Will Be Better Days

Whisper gently to yourself and provide assurance that you really are extending your best effort.

Console your bruised and tender spirit with reminders of many other successes.

Offer comfort in practical and tangible ways – as if you are encouraging your dearest friend.

Recognize that on certain days the greatest grace is that the day is over and you get to close your eyes.

Tomorrow comes more brightly…