Lately, moving forward has felt like walking in mud in the middle of a torrential storm. The mud feels so deep and thick, I can barely lift each foot to take another step. Sometimes I stop out of sheer exhaustion.
The thing about trying to walk in mud in the midst of a storm, is that the steps I’m trying to take are so labored and yield very little progress. When I stop moving forward and look up at the storm, I become more exhausted from the chaos that surrounds me.
The rain pours and whips around.
The wind howls and pulls from all directions.
I cannot see where I’m going even as I squint and shield my eyes. Battered and beaten by the storm, my eyes sting and my step falters.
So, I look down at the mud and with all of my might, pull my knee up to the heavens and free my foot from the earth’s tightening grip. Just one more step.
And then…
One more.
