Into the Storm (Inspirational Tuesday 4-19-16)~Surprise Poem at the end ;)


Storms….. what a concept. I spent the last few days watching it snow crazily, as if we were still dead in the middle of winter. However, not the kind of storm i’m talking about. Now think?

Today, what is your storm?

  • Struggling with substance abuse?
  • Getting a divorce?
  • Custody battles?
  • Grief and loss?
  • Civil cases?
  • Family feuding?
  • Financially unstable?
  • ETC.

(You get the point)

I’m always twirling around in a whirlpool of crap! heck don’t we all. If its not one thing is another. Life doesn’t play fair, and you just can’t care. Why? because it’ll take you down with it. kick the faint heart in the rear and say goodbye. be strong, and move along.

Its funny, I’ve been wracking my brain all day on this topic. A lot of people I know and love are going through their own storms as I speak of this. While browsing through my feed earlier, I stumbled across a poem that just slapped me in the face with shock because it related.

Here’s a piece of my current brain:

I’m mad because they killed Mr. Hans Solo. I’m mad because I can’t drink mint tea while nursing, “Whaaaa!” I’m addicted “How do you expect me to not drink my fave beverage for a WHOLE YEAR?” I’m mad because I cant edit when i’d like to. I’m mad just because i’m mad grr. ๐Ÿ˜€ Really though, I’ve been sitting on a few topics since last week, so I will respectfully admit that I have some posts getting ready to swarm right on in. Mostly about Identity, the struggle of our storms, and the struggle that we will all go through when a loved one passes away. Why? because like you, I too have struggled with these moments in my life.I’ll delve deeper into my upcoming posts. For now, This post shall serve to touch on them.

Grief:ย It isn’t just losing someone you’ve known, its a huge change. Think of it as a beach ball. The ball was inflated so much, but when the loss occurred, the ball became smaller,or some factors changed. Depending on the ball, there is/was a piece that represents every aspect of who you are/were. When you lost a job, relationship, financial status, or the battle to drugs. These all in themselves are considered grieve-able subjects. The question is… What happens to your beach ball. What did you represent before the air deflated?

Before mom/dad died I was:

  1. A daughter
  2. A sister
  3. An aunt
  4. College student
  5. Mother
  6. Granddaughter
  7. Aspiring young adult
  8. Psychology major
  9. Etc.

(You get the point)

AFTER

I was:

  1. A sister
  2. Aunt
  3. Mother
  4. Spouse
  5. College graduate
  6. Wiser
  7. The successor
  8. meh! (need I say more.)

(No longer a daughter, No longer the bay of my family.)

No matter what, its a struggle. This struggle doesn’t go away. It slaps me in the face often. My kids,

  1. They have no grandparents.
  2. We have no support system.
  3. Childcare doesn’t come easily.
  4. They miss their Grandparents.

However, with these changes comes hope as well. Unfortunately, no matter how bad it seems, even in grief, life comes with a lesson. :/

Identity:ย Well shoot. I’m a college graduate. Do I have a job? FAWK NO! Who am I …I’ll let you know when I find that out. I’m just that girl who’s lived enough life and experiences to talk life from her perspective. Trauma, joy, exaltation, downfalls, you name it. If it exists, I’ve seen it. (hands on face macaulay culkin style) “Ahhhh!” For now, i’m over here in my little writers nook of the world… ummm…Figuring me out. We go through our entire lives trying to figure it out. Some of us, aren’t even lucky enough to find out before passing away. At the end of the day, I suppose even if we haven’t figured us out, we have to remember o keep making those memories.

Storms:ย Well dang! life will rock the boat. It’s inevitable. Those moments of impact are severe. They are the most vital of them all. You see, what goes down in the moment of impact reflects on your character forever. The goal; yes Mellie’s famous, “Slow your roll.” Not every bodies out to get you. EVEN THOUGH IT SEEMS LIKE IT SOMETIMES ย :S their not.

The thing about storms is, that storms are changeable situations. It’s up to you, and your inner-self to muster up the strength to make decisions that fit for you. I openly encourage all of you (My readers) to grab onto that inner peace you need to make hard choices, lead those around you in their time of need, and simply listen to your loved whens when they need you the most. In your end, it will be those small, but miraculous moments that they will in turn, remember you… For just…That.

I’ll never forget the teachings my father left behind,ย 
The smiles he deemed through the corner of his eyes.
The love that shined through and so bright
My hero, ย my sun, the light of my life.
The purest bond i’ll forever hold.ย 
always mine to simply unfold.
ยฉRareity 4-19-15

Happy Inspirational Tuesday!!

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9 thoughts on “Into the Storm (Inspirational Tuesday 4-19-16)~Surprise Poem at the end ;)

  1. petescribes says:

    Rareity, that was a lovely post & poem. You are right life does seem to challenge you with a constant flow of storm fronts and even at 49 I don’t know who I am. I have learned though that sometimes you can be strong enough to be what you need to be to ride that storm out and if you are not it is good to have people beside you who are. Thanks for the inspirational post and keep raging against the storms. Pete

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    • Rareity says:

      You are very right. The strength is in all of us. Storms don’t last forever …rain always lets up ๐Ÿ˜† Petescribes thanks so much for reading and commenting. If there is one thing I can be grateful for its knowing that readers can connect with my posts. It’s not easy going through our battles but knowing we’re not the only ones doing it, makes the journey a tad bit more bearable. Thanks so much for your thoughts ๐Ÿ˜ŠGreatly appreciated.

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