I took a leap of faith to manage my emotion the day I asked myself a question of:

“Could we?”

For months, I didn’t think I had it in me to get out of bed in a morning, never mind flick the switch of a bulb and an old flame that had burnt out long before me.

It was an emotional rollercoaster out there.

The cart danced on the ropes from day to day.

I was fragile beyond an old china pot.

They say:

“To go to the brink and come back is the potent medicine that’s made of the strong stuff.”

I took a couple of gulps and a teaspoon or two of that tonic when I chose to turn the tide for the better and get up off my back in the pit.

Being brave in certain moments.
Holding on to the last inch when I was hanging off that cliff of darkness.
To standing tall one more time.

Before going again. 💙

The day I ran into destiny was the day I colourfully said:

“Anything Is possible.”

Because where I had been and where I was going were two different places.

The place I arrived at with a suitcase of what I was taking in the gleaming sun with my sunglasses back on wasn’t just where I was going, it was a question of who is coming with me?

Because it opened up a corridor of sunshine for all those that had stood under their umbrella in grey rain clouds, in the rain and storms before me and those that have followed me.

The day I took that gulp of medicine in the Channel Islands sunshine changed the perspective on the last chapter and opened up to the one I’m writing now.

Because sometimes the questions we ask of ourselves have an ink filled pen to narrate the answers on new-found paper.

And that’s what it means.

💙x