If I could summarise 2019, it would be as a journey on the high seas with periods of calm interspersed with violent storms. There were days when getting out of bed seemed impossible and yet other days when I charged out of bed with gusto- all dependent on whether I saw my cup as half-empty or half-full.
I once wrote a poem about storms making us better sailors and …. I sure hope that’s true! Nevertheless, I’ve closed the door on areas that don’t ‘feed’ my soul and picked up new challenges as I press towards my goal. Anchors aweigh!
When barbed clouds threaten to rip you in two
-when self-doubt is a blanket you’ve become used to,
no-one wants to read about people like you…
“Too much reality”
……that seems to
lower the tone
of the neighbourhood
And yet, it doesn’t last
-just a course-correcting storm
that finally deposits you on
the shores of sanity
© Vivian Zems