Horribly Cryptic.
Finally, I realize that, even with Brad and Henry in the picture, the rest of my life is still a blank canvas. Yet, this profound revelation has not been the demise of my demons. I'm at battle with doubt, I'm dying for patience. I'm wondering why the hell this feels so right when it's going to be so hard...
This changes everything.
Nevertheless, I am beginning to accept that this may indeed be the path that I am meant to walk. Finding my way is not going to be easy, though. I lack preparation and must acknowledge that rejection is a real possibility.
In case of failure, I'm conveniently equipped with an array of flowery excuses. The most brutal of my challengers will be amung the weaknesses within me.
I know that surrendering to the might of this all would be far simpler than holding my head high when the pressure begins to rise. Fortunately, I do not think that Brad will let me out of this. He has looked into my soul and he knows, as well as I do, that this is not an inkling to be ignored.
This changes everything.
Nevertheless, I am beginning to accept that this may indeed be the path that I am meant to walk. Finding my way is not going to be easy, though. I lack preparation and must acknowledge that rejection is a real possibility.
In case of failure, I'm conveniently equipped with an array of flowery excuses. The most brutal of my challengers will be amung the weaknesses within me.
I know that surrendering to the might of this all would be far simpler than holding my head high when the pressure begins to rise. Fortunately, I do not think that Brad will let me out of this. He has looked into my soul and he knows, as well as I do, that this is not an inkling to be ignored.