Advice To My Younger Self (Part 2) I am still grateful that most of my youthful mistakes were made before the invention of the over-sharing world of social media.
He came into my life like a hurricane enters the shore, wild and raging full speed ahead, taking no prisoners. Like the shoreline, I had two choices. I could fight his powerful force and be left in ruins, alone with nothing. Or, I could allow myself to be swept up in his magnificent power, allowing him to alter the direction of my life. I chose the latter.
An early spring walk amongst the dunes. The icy winter breeze stinging their cheeks. Her infectious laugh echoing down the empty lakeshore. His eyes sparkling with joy as he chased her across the sand. Their love shining brighter than the springtime sun could ever hope to glow. jess xoxo
I can handle it. I am stronger than the shore. I won't dare wash away under the weight of your torment. I won't wither and die at the ice in your words. I will stand strong despite your endless blows. And when this season of affliction has come to an end, I will bloom more… Continue reading Stronger Than You See
Winter has landed upon the lakeshore.
I look upon the lake as a storm begins to brew. The waves rage angrily along the shore. The beach shrinks in fear. The icy wind pierces through the empty streets. And yet the solitary lighthouse shines on; A beacon of hope amidst the storm.