If I had a goal what would it be? What could I possibly want to change about myself? I already know how to walk a tight rope; I’ve been wobbling on one for a month. Been whirling round and round in a tornado that seems to be picking up speed. Although, I believe most onlookers of my life would say I have been whirling for years. I am a tiny wave on the biggest of oceans lost at sea, tossing and crashing. Sometimes I sound like thunder: other times like the rain one drip at a time whooshing down my cheeks. Desperately clinging to life in the boat below me that is sinking. I’m in a deep pit. I stand at the foot of the Mountain and can’t see the top.
What would someone in this condition have as a goal? Grab a paddle? Start rowing. Place a foot on the rocky wall before it?
You mean I could row a boat and climb a mountain? I could! Does yesterday not become…long gone and today have new Mercy? Yep!
I will walk steady head held high gracefully on this tight rope. I will still my tornado. I will roar and crash so that the people onshore will hear my thunder and see this little way about all the bigger ones! Rain boots on I will splash in the Puddles, shovel in hand throw dirt in the pit…I will turn and set eyes on the Mountain and I will start Movin’.
