"When you hit rock bottom, you can either dig yourself a bigger hole or go up."
I’m starting a quote for this post because I am admitting that this is possibly the lowest of lows with this life of mine. Sharing every detail with you will be too lengthy and is not part of my nature, but at least a heads up for this will be pretty okay.
For months, I have been trying to climb my way back to the surface with all these bugs, heavy rain showers and low pressure areas, and successfully, I have reached a lengthy height from the pit. But yesterday, life, gravity and possibly also God decided to put me 500 ft below again. I couldn’t help but feel so down that I just had no reason to smile or whatnot. It’s hard, climbing all the way up. Before that happened, I already had my plan of action, but of course, unexpected circumstances, such as this, happens.
In all honesty, I am still determined to continue with the climb, and I even got a bigger reason now to do so (and no i am not pregnant lol). It’s just that — it’s frustrating, saddening and depressing to think about that unfortunate circumstance. I was this close to hitting my first target, but yeah. I think I’d have to climb again.
I guess my friend is right. I am an arsonist in the sense that when I do something, I do it all out to the point that I just hurt myself in doing so. Giving your full energy, attention and effort isn’t bad, but sometimes, limitations have to be set — especially for me.
As for this, I am seeing this as challenge and a lesson, also as God’s way of imparting a lesson. I trust that His plans a a lot more better than mine and that he won’t give me an obstacle that I couldn’t hurdle. Trust is all I need for this. More trust, more faith and more hard work — with a few limits for the last mentioned.
But still, all these efforts are for Him, my family, my future and myself at present.
Bring it on.