Stalled. People are watching. Standing on the stage as a source of light when all of a sudden the electricity fails. Darkness comes yet the audience can still see. Unable to move. I want to close the curtain.
Days, weeks and months pass by – walking, running, stumbling – yet getting no closer to the light. Memories of failed attempts and deep seeded doubt brings a flood to my eyes. The burning of the tears is much more painful than the burn of muscles in the gym or feet during a half marathon.
Whites of eyes red, cheeks stained with years of pain. A mind riding the roller coaster within, hanging on until the wheels stop.
Inhale.
A moment of clarity. The fog begins to lift and reminders of joy start to invade the empty space. The tears of the past have made way for reminders of success. I remember that I am strong. I remember that I am brave. I remember that I am proud. I remember that I'm healthy.
Alive.
Today is one of many. My life is not measured in pounds, but in living. Laughing. Loving. Experiencing. Embracing. With all that I've done, I can see how much farther I can go. Limitless. Weightless.
I now go with intent.
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