I’ve never been one to give up on anything…ever. No matter how hard or difficult it seemed to reach or accomplish whatever the goal was. I did it anyways and if I failed I figured out another way and tried again. Looking at the many twists and turns, hits and misses my life has taken in just a handful of years lately — I’ve been at the end of my rope and ready to concede. Wave that white flag high and mighty because I’ve lost the fight in me. The motor in my drive is rusting out from too much wear and tear. The constant roadblocks, setbacks, disappointments, heartbreak and rejection have beaten me down long enough.
I happen to capture a glimpse of true love and adoration in my daughter’s eyes or I hear the excitement in my son’s voice when he’s explaining something to me that he’s really passionate about. It’s in those moments that I find a bit more slag when I thought I was at the end of my rope. I lower my white flag half-mast and tap back into the fight of my life (or for my life). I have my motor serviced with an oil change and see how many more miles I can squeeze out of me if not for myself then definitely for them. They look up to me, they depend on me and they have so much confidence in me that I will make the right decisions for them.
So, if I have to dust myself off and try again for the eleven-ty-th time…then I will…for them.