Shit’s about to get personal.
For years, my goal was survival.
I didn’t enjoy life; I had just enough energy to live it.
Thankfully, those years are in the past,
but so is my mentality.
I’m still stuck on survival,
still stuck on being alive.
I’ve braved (hopefully) the worst of the storm,
but haven’t left the ship for solid ground.
I was so relieved to survive it,
I forgot life continued after the storm.
I forgot that we are created to thrive, not survive.
I forgot the storm was a journey to a destination.
And I’ve arrived.
Mary's One Hundred 