Finally, there are the breezes that blow through on a day to day basis. You know the ones, right? The breeze that makes an 82 degree day feel just perfect. These do little more than cause a slight chill, or bring a nice refreshing breeze, making the wind chimes dance as they fill the space with music.
With all three of these "winds" the goal is that we as people learn to bend, no matter what the forces. We are flexible, yet strong. We have firm roots, so we stay within our space, yet, bending allows things to stay fluid, and even lets some of the old, decaying debris break off and blow away, leaving us ready to begin again.
Sometimes there's a rather lot of rebuilding (think: hurricane) that needs to happen, generally bringing people together to support each other. Sometimes there's just a bit of clean up that needs to happen (think: storm) and then we're ready to go again. Sometimes, there is nothing to do but enjoy the breeze.
Then there's me. The person who falls apart at even the slightest breeze. The person who turns a misty spring morning into gale force winds. The person who doesn't bend, instead, painfully breaking into dozens of pieces.
That's where I am right now. Facing a situation that in reality is a storm, but I'm acting as if it's a wild hurricane. Do I like doing this? No way. But this "hurricane" reaction is how I tend to respond to every breeze that blows through. It's pretty painful, breaking all the time. I feel like I've been broken so many times where I was left to put myself back together alone, and I missed a few pieces.
This time is going to be different. The hurricane has been downgraded to a storm. And while, as usual, I'm picking up the pieces and putting myself together, this time, I have an instructional guide, and that..... that is making a huge difference.