Not going to sugar coat it. These are rough days. So rough in fact that I don't feel much like writing. The cold, steady rain outside is doing it's best to befriend me.
I know I am not alone in discouragement. None of us can outrun it's reach all of the time.
It's hard to battle against discouragement. All of the good thoughts and hope-filled imagery I can muster up are really no match for the loss of enthusiasm that I feel. Much like a kid swimming out beyond the break of the Atlantic, I can see the swelling of the wave and I know that I will undoubtedly be caught up in it.
This wave of discouragement has been atypical.
In this current space of discouragement I am constantly asking myself what it would take to find relief.
I don't have an answer. (Well, I have pat answers but those aren't very helpful right now.)