Precarious

This has been me. Hanging precariously over some of the deep valleys that we encounter in life. Dangling my feet in a perilous position. Holding on but losing grip. Feeling weak.
I am thankful for my man that offers wisdom. For the reminder to persevere. For a coffee with a friend. For the courage to be honest with strangers. And for the sunshine and reminder of spring.

Maybe it is good to know that life can feel too big sometimes. That we all feel overwhelmed. That whilst there may be no one solution that I can wrangle on my own – inviting others in supports me, lifts me up and offers me a new perspective. That is not precarious. That is powerful.

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