Sometimes the pain and or difficulty is all too real.  The laughter fades, and the whole thing reeks of the steadfast determination that started the process.  Yes, it is a process of laying hold of the goal.  Keep the vision out in front, and don’t look away.

Keep a steady gaze in the direction of sheer modification.  Realize that the truth could be dirty and seemingly tricky to comprehend.  The idea of a suitable transformation is smashed against the wall of fate!  Intolerant defeat stands in the open air declaring, “The end.”

However, the fruits of triumph only reside centimeters or millimeters from the finish line.  The desire to conquer is still as persistent as ever!  The “home stretch” never felt so good.  While the smell of refreshing advancement encourages the deepest part of doing.

The setting still is the hardest part.  Finding yet more resolve is an underestimate of the need.  Sure, the pathway seems clear to give in, quit, and walk away, but the soul clings on.  (For the record: love never means easy).  Calmly asking for assistance and finding true grace sometimes intensifies the entire fight!

Never mind elation because it is in the grandstand of success.  No one in the world can take that away.  Owning every brave footstep is real.  Having the courage to continue when all “seems” lost.  Priceless victory!  Hurrah.

Learning something new always brings with it some affirmation.  Yet, when news can be disturbing, taking a step back is just the beginning.  Reclaiming emotions only solidifies the actual damage done.  No one wants to bear the heavy burden, but if and when the pain comes, it is time to continue.

The “how to” manual is lodged between regrets and misery.  There is no way of escaping.  Therefore, take a long look at your watch and wait.  If it has gotten this bad (and it has). Then it can only get better in the future.

The idea of taking a new direction is only a temporary fix.  The honest answer lies within, and what, if anything, can be done with less than-comfortable information?  That answer can only come with the movement of the hands on the clock.  When reality sets down (and it will).  The realization also comes that nothing will change.

“Boom…” goes the ticking clock.  Each sorrow now stands, wanting attention.  Forgiveness seems impossible, at the very least.  Circumstances flow and shift in all directions, making focusing on the distinct trouble ahead tricky.  Confusion also strides alongside and holds hands with mistrust.

Nothing makes sense, but the zeal is real.  No matter what.  Patience brings the heart still and knows precisely what to do.  Wisdom in these times is not the thing that necessarily makes sense.  Jumping out with the first parachute might feel good at first, but there will always be the after, and who knows maybe that parachute had huge holes in it?

Do what feels best but not compromise honesty, integrity, and loyalty.