I am forever changing, in a sense that I am really just growing into who I already am. Not actually changing from her, I am just getting to her. I put myself out there day in and day out, because that is who I am. I realize doing so places a bull's-eye right on my forehead. That is okay, though. This is still, who I am.
When the wind blows about a desert the sand swirls. It blows back and forth and sideways here, sideways there. It moves in every direction, circling, swishing, swirling. It is in constant movement, yet, always going somewhere. I sometimes feel like that sand in the desert. Yet, I am going somewhere. At the present moment, it may not always be apparent where that may be. Nonetheless; when the wind has calmed, and the desert sand has settled, the picture has transformed from what it once was. It has transformed into something beautiful and new. It is made of the same grains of sand as the previous scape.
When life holds you in its circumstances, it is easy to only see the swirling of the desert sands. Know always, when the wind has calmed, before you, will lie something beautiful and new…