Wednesday, November 6
After the plunge and while packing up, I looked down and there was this rock on my towel. I had not placed it there. No one had. Who then? No matter.
The fact that a rock landed on my towel was a sign (yup - going down that woo-woo road again).
A ROCK. Strong like a rock. I like it!
It has become my anchor. It reminds me that I can do hard things. It helps me manage the roller coaster of emotions just by letting it tumble between my fingers. I know it might sound strange to some, but it's working for me. What I have quickly come to realize is that whatever helps me get through this journey, I'm doing it. Pet rocks and all.