I’m not always brave or strong.
Sometimes I put on my gray sweats and curl up under my quilt and wonder what the hell I’m going to do.
Sometimes, there’s nothing you can do but watch life play out in front of you. Things beyond your control come crashing in, and you can’t stop it. You can only observe.
Once you observe, then you have a choice to make.
Curl up in your bed. In your cozy gray sweats. Under your tattered quilt.
Or you can get up.
You can get your ass in gear. Run far. Lift heavy. Stop thinking so much and get things done. Pursue opportunities. Live passionately.
Stop standing in the ruins, staring at the smoking piles of rubble of your old life.
Put on your big girl spandex and explore the new landscape.
They say when one door closes, there might be an open window.
And if you put on your cape, you can fly right through it.