I am sick. And I am alone in a foreign country. I don't think I can ask anyone to help me. It doesn't feel very good to be like this. But..even though I am a sorry mess, I know I will be okay. I will try to think happy thoughts.
Every time I come to the end of myself, it is brutal. But then, I recover and I feel stronger than I was ever before. (that was a not happy thought, but...it was followed by a very happy one..so maybe the unhappy one was worth having?)
Coming to the end of myself is sort of like jumping off a cliff and trusting I won't fall until I hit the ground. Or maybe being pushed off the cliff. I never do fall all the way though. It feels like I am falling really fast, but in the end, I open my eyes and I am flying on my own.
Flying is the best feeling in the world.
Every time I come to the end of myself, it is brutal. But then, I recover and I feel stronger than I was ever before. (that was a not happy thought, but...it was followed by a very happy one..so maybe the unhappy one was worth having?)
Coming to the end of myself is sort of like jumping off a cliff and trusting I won't fall until I hit the ground. Or maybe being pushed off the cliff. I never do fall all the way though. It feels like I am falling really fast, but in the end, I open my eyes and I am flying on my own.
Flying is the best feeling in the world.
