Hard Stuff
Meredith couldn’t recall how she’d gotten herself in this predicament, only that it was, at one time, a thing she’d wanted.
She’d had a fitful night, awaking at odd hours and wincing from the pain in her abdomen.
Meredith couldn’t recall how she’d gotten herself in this predicament, only that it was, at one time, a thing she’d wanted.
How something so laced with fear and potential grief could be an experience she’d walk toward certainly made no sense, at least intellectually. But her spirit forged a different prism. Through it, things aligned.
And wasn’t life often like this? Wasn’t the hard stuff what made life worth the go?
Despite her constant yearning for ease, Meredith knew the struggle was what she truly craved. What excited and delighted her. What made her feel alive. To see how far and fast she could propel herself without going off the road entirely.
So drive on she would. Summoning her will through the pain. Keeping the flame aglow.