I hate being the storm. It looks like this:
Relentless. Demanding. Unforgiving.
Sunny. Comforting. Optimistic.
I have been in the storm mode lately. I haven’t enjoyed being this way. My thoughts and emotions are being minced to bits. Thankfully, most people who know me, know that former happy- go- lucky person. Not this woman who has aged over night with the perceived burdens weighing on my shoulders. I want to be the shelter to others again.