You won’t be the same person who walked in. That’s what this storm is all about.
Many years ago when I was a kid growing up in the South Bronx there was a huge storm. My mother and I were in a store shopping for some items when everything became dark outside. And you could see people bracing against a fierce wind. A man came in hysterically screaming about a woman being blown away. I was a kid and I believed him. I was scared. I was scared to go outside. I was scared and worried for the woman. My mind kept running through different scenarios. My sense of empathy was through the roof. I grabbed my mom’s hand and she just smiled. We finished shopping and stepped outside. I didn’t want to. But my mother assured me that everything was going to be ok. And, indeed it was. Because we walked through a windstorm of sorts, I felt I was a fierce warrior. I didn’t know it then, but that is how confidence and courage are built.
We are often caught up in storms. I feel like one is constantly brewing. Sometimes it’s a small storm that just seems to darken the skies a little but nothing comes of it. Sometimes, they are epic storms. We are constantly being tested by these storms that come in and out of our lives. When it ends, when we come out of them, we are almost always stronger. We can be propelled forward by them if we allow ourselves to take stock.
I try not to create any storms but I just can’t seem to escape them. I feel like I should build myself one of those hurricane-resistant dome houses so that I can take refuge. But what would be the fun in that?