White knuckled, I held on tight.
Gripped with fear I closed my eyes incessantly repeating “trust the process”…
I was too afraid I’d hit the ground as all these changes happened around me.
Nothing was the same.
I could not plant my feet anywhere.
Nothing stable was where it used to be.
Gripped by fear.
If I stood still and didn’t ride the wind, then I would have hit the ground.
Every structure crumbled around me.
I had nowhere to look but within.
Trusting the process is only possible with faith.
This was a test of faith I could not afford to fail.
So I rode the winds of change….
Embraced the wind against my cheeks;
It enveloped me, like a cosmic hug.
Although I could not see,… but I could feel.
This is where I’m supposed to be.
I must trust and ride.
Faith will bring me through.
I will face anything that stands in my way!
So I rode the winds of change…
As it the winds subsided I firmly planted my feet.
I slowly opened my eyes.
And before was the what I feared the most.