THE STORMS OF LIFE

I have come to understand that life is a series of storms; we are either in the midst of a storm, coming out of a storm, or a storm is on the horizon and it just hasn't hit yet.  I don't say this from a pessimistic or weltschmerz stance, I just say this from a realistic point of view having gotten to this age after being battered around by a few storms of my own.

More than anything, what keeps me from going over the edge when I am in the  midst of something is remembering that the last thing I went through which I surely thought would take me out...didn't.  I've come to believe and know in my spirit that "no weapon that is formed against (me) shall prosper..."

Whenever I am caught up in the whirlwind of life's storms, I make a point of finding a quiet place and bringing back to memory other situations that I survived.  Like the time I lost my job, but didn't lose my house or even miss a meal.  Like when a guy I dated stalked me for four l-o-n-g years but, was not successful in carrying out his ultimate goal of harming me or my family.  And, the next person I met and dated would be the man I ended up marrying.  (I promise to do at least one post on the guys I dated before I got married because I have a young friend who thinks she has the corner on crazies and that it will always be like this for her.)

People say that there is a lesson to be learned from each problem and if you keep having the same problem(s) over and over, it is because you haven't learned the lesson yet that is to be gleaned from that situation.  That what doesn't kill you, makes you stronger...yada, yada, yada.  Taylor Swift can put those lyrics in her song because she is still a youngster.  Well, maybe I don't want to be stronger.  And, maybe I don't want to learn any more lessons.  And, maybe what I want is not to have any more problems in my life ever again.   Maybe what I really want is to wake up tomorrow with more than enough money in the bank, children who don't act like they were raised by unknown parents, a husband at least 20 years younger than myself and driving a red two-seater convertible.

Where did you think I was going with this??  Don't tell me you really don't want the same thing!


Peace