Yes, you might lose control if you let yourself coast like a blue dragonfly on the boarder of dramatics, but don't let that stop you from letting your thoughts run wild.

The scenery may surprise you.

Fear makes a beautiful canopy of moments in our lives and pours them generously over us, whenever you are unsure which way the road will turn at the fork ahead.

And if the news is good, a sense of relief will come as you remember who and what you live for. And if the news is not what you wanted, a sense of strength will come as you remember who and what will see this through with you.

Hang all the quotes and verses and resonating words around your room, a hundred tattoos on your arms and neck, close as close, dear. Armor belongs to the brave.
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I find inspiration in the vignette Anne Lamott writes about her experience attending the Special Olympics in the book, Bird by Bird. The whole chapter "polaroids" is worth the read, but here is a portion:

"The race took just about forever. . . Finally, though, everyone crossed the line, and those of us in the stands got up to go- when we noticed that way down the track, four or five yards from the starting line, was another runner. 

She was a girl of about sixteen with a normal-looking face above a wracked and emaciated body. She was on metal crutches, and she was just plugging along, one tiny step after another, moving one crutch forward two or three inches, then moving a leg, then moving the other crutch two or three inches, then moving the other leg. It was excruciating. . . What felt like four hours later, she crossed the finish line, and you could see that she was absolutely stoked, in a shy, girlish way. 

I kept replaying the scene of the girl on crutches making her way up the track to the finish line- and I could see that it was about tragedy transformed over the years into joy. It was about the beauty of sheer effort."