Stress is like ocean water:

you either

harness its energy

to move beyond boundaries

or you

flounder, paralyzed,

beneath its enormity.


I am learning

that it’s less about

finding energy

and more about

protecting —

defending at all costs —

the energy we do have

for the things

that deserve it.

Touchstone Tuesday: Poem XIX


the selections

we don’t make

are as


to our character

as the ones

we do.


(I love that this is entitled Touchstone Tuesday: Poem XIX as though I have any idea what day of the week it is. Hope it’s Tuesday!)

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