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Strength

Staying strong in unpleasant situations isn’t easy, but a lot of us find ways to push through.

The word of the day is strength. 

There have been different areas of my life where I’ve personally felt stuck in different holding patterns that I’ve done just about everything to break out of. 

And holding patterns aren’t easy to break.  

When I want change, I pursue it with everything I’ve got. The tricky thing with holding patterns though is that they can take a lot of time, patience, persistence, focus, and tenacity to break. And while pursuing change, there can also be incredible amounts of rejection, discouragement, weariness, and disappointment with not seeing progression where you desire it. Weeks ago, I received an unexpected email from a woman I met at an event I attended a month ago, and when we connected, she sent me the picture used in this blog. The picture and the quote attached to it were timely and a reminder to me to stay strong and carry on. There are going to be moments and seasons in life where you might find yourself in different holding patterns that feel so discouraging and frustrating, and while you work to do everything you can to pursue and embrace change where you want it, it may take a while before you get there, but don’t stop trying to get where you’re trying to go. No matter what. I hope you will find strength and stay in forward motion. I hope everything falls in place for you too. 
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