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There are times in our lives we find ourselves in the middle of a storm. That storm can come in many forms and in many ways. All I know is that the storm can rock you and blow you over if you let it. I should know it well; I have spent the last six months in a storm.

Now this storm is a a gale of my own making. I won’t paint it any other way as I let loose the winds that blow and roil. I held the rudder and it was my navigation that failed. With no notion of the choppy waters it was my failures that had led this dark water. Into the storm I went, without enough mind to steer away.

But if. If I had steadied my ship before the trip. If I had looked hard at my charts and reports. If I had saw the piling from bow to stern. If I had followed the charted course. The storm is filled with its and why’s. None of them are painless as the storm crashes waves of them on you. While it’s hard on the sailing to run into them in the storm, they are also the only way out of it.

So upon crashing on the storm I found myself adrift. The wind and water casting me to and frow, unable to chart a path. It can be many things when you’re drifting in the storm. It even seemed calm as you move through the eye, but still surrounded by turmoil either side. It was those times that I made use of the quiet facade to make a path forward. The first few times I still found myself a drift and after wave upon wave back in the eye. But eventually, I learned and made a course that I could keep.

Now, I find myself sailing out of the storm. I am wary, and parts are broken. But they can be fixed and even better, I have a plan to do that. Other ships, that of friends and family sail alongside listening to my story. They nod, make me laugh, and are truthful about what they see. I show them my path and what I’m learning, and even helped navigate charts with me. They, much like me wanna see the storm behind and not to wander back in. 

Looking ahead, I will always remember what I’ve learned and where I’ve sailed. To some, it may be the story of a white whale or some out of tune sea shanty. To me it was life. To me it was the storm.