A sandstorm of change came over the
horizon. There were warm yellow
particles whipping in the air. I tried to avoid the changing elements only to
have them swirl and yank my dark brown hair. Secretly yearning for the storm to
pick me up and transport me to another place. Lately it seems everything around
me is changing expect for me. Colleagues and former classmates seem to be
heading on the right path and embracing every change in wind and clouds.
In my own immature thinking I assumed the lack
of movement was my fault. Possibly I didn’t want it bad enough or work hard
enough. The storm angrily gusts and thrashes dust and dirt.
The violent storm of emotions builds
and builds.
The impact becomes stronger and then it pauses. Though change is rocky,
it is up to me how I handle what is left in the wake. Suddenly the dust settles
a bit and happily I start to dance in the middle of the current. Water like clarity washes sand aside. I linger for only a moment before I drop off
under the sunrise. Vision starts to
become clearer. Do I continue being stuck in my own stormy thinkin? My fuzzy ear could hear the muffled wind whirling and
whistling. Then the biggest question hits me. Where do I stand, when the
sandstorm subsides?
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