Like a fairytale in the movies, I was entranced by the unexpected approach. You waved and spoke like we were familiar with this life. Your smile beamed beautifully in my eye. I was allured by your accent and charisma.

Life surprisingly extend the opportunity for one to cross paths with another for a season, reason, or lifetime bond. As time progresses, more to purpose is displayed.What will time reveal?

One day at a time. One night at a time. Tonight, I carry on. I keep believing. I continue to trust. I keep on fighting to keep hope alive. Tonight, I push through my exhaustion and say, yes I can.

Tonight, when I lay down to rest, I lay everything before Christ and trust He’s working while I rest.

Shutting off the lights. Moving myself out the way. Resting because He has my life in His hands 🙌🏾.

We’ve all been there: the painstaking hours spent inputting data, crafting the perfect document, pouring creativity into a project, only to watch in horror as the program crashes, taking all your hard work with it. That moment when your screen freezes, and the dreaded spinning wheel of death appears feels like a punch to the gut. The high of productivity turns into an unbearable low of frustration.

I was deep into my work, convinced that Adobe was diligently saving my changes, when it happened. One minute I was typing away, the next, everything disappeared. I felt that familiar tightness in my chest, the rising tide of panic as I frantically clicked buttons, hoping for a miracle that never came.

In that moment, it’s hard to process the reality of the situation. I’ve invested so much energy, so much thought, and now I’m left staring at an empty screen. It’s not just about losing data; it’s the emotional toll that comes with it. I had a three-word phrase bouncing around in my head—one I won’t repeat—but it encapsulates the rage and helplessness that comes from this kind of digital betrayal.

Why tonight? Why, after pouring every ounce of creativity and effort into this project, did the universe decide to throw a wrench into my plans? I can’t help but feel robbed, not just of my work but of the joy that comes from creation. As I sit here, the frustration bubbles up, and tears threaten to spill over.

But amidst the chaos, there’s a need to breathe. I remind myself to take a moment, to inhale deeply and exhale slowly. It’s a struggle, though, as my nerves feel pinched and my patience wears thin. Every deep breath is a battle against the rising tide of frustration, an attempt to reclaim a sense of calm.

So how do we press past this frustration? It’s not easy, but I remind myself that the work can be redone. It’s a hard lesson in resilience, a challenge to keep going even when it feels like everything has been taken away. I must hold onto the belief that it will all work out, that this setback doesn’t define my creativity or my capabilities.

We live in a world of technology that can fail us at the worst possible moments. It’s maddening, but it’s also a reminder to save often, to create backups, and to find ways to stay grounded when things go awry.

So here I am, ready to dive back into my work, embracing the frustration as part of the journey. I know I can recreate what was lost, perhaps even better than before. It’s just one more hurdle to leap over in the pursuit of my goals. And while the tears may have flowed, I’ll rise again, determined and ready to tackle the next challenge. Breathe in, breathe out, and keep moving forward.

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I am exhausted, barely holding on,
Waves crash around me, yet I strive to stay calm.
The storm rages on, its winds howl and moan,
Each breath a battle, I feel so alone.

I need rest to refocus, to find my own ground,
To re-balance my spirit, where hope can be found.
I’m doing my best, but it’s hard to complain,
In this struggle for light, I feel both joy and pain.

I’ve poured out my heart, sent prayers for the lost,
Yet in this giving, I’ve forgotten the cost.
Empty inside, with a tank running low,
The wellspring of strength feels too distant to flow.

Everything that once fueled my fire,
Now feels like a memory, a dream to inspire.
I’m searching for fragments of who I used to be,
Longing for moments where I felt truly free.

So take care of yourself, for no one else will,
You can’t give from a void, it’s a lesson we feel.
In this journey of life, as we weather the strife,
Remember to nourish your spirit and life.

I’m pressing on, though the path is unclear,
In the midst of the storm, I’ll fight through the fear.
For I know deep within, as the shadows may creep,
There’s still light to be found, if I dare to seek deep.

~La Toya Jackson

If you hold me to my past, nothing can be renewed or last.

Aspirations are so high only those with sunglasses can see it the sky

The door is open and opportunity is available

However you must choose because time won’t wait forever

I’m here listening to what you have to say

To see growth will not happen in one day

Yet I’m standing here

I will not fear

Opportunity isn’t always presented

Acceptance isn’t automatic because of what one has submitted

Don’t hold me to my past

For if you do, nothing will last