Today, I am still. The day is busy, but my mind eases from the strain of overanalyzing what is wrong with me and why I can't look a certain way or lose weight as quickly as I want to. The nagging has taken a nap today, and for that I am grateful.
Struggle has it's purpose in life, no matter how awful it may seem. Personally, I think struggle is what makes us stronger, more determined, and grateful for the result at the end. We fight the struggle and it turns into vocal complaints, discomfort, and even complacency.
What happens if we stop fighting the struggle and instead accept it and sit in it? Would we have more energy to fight harder for our dreams if we stopped being angry about the circumstances? Would we find a path to a quicker calm so we can rise against the current again?
base image credit: jdhancock on Flickr, text added by Skinny Emmie
