What Do You Mean It's Not Friday Yet? A Perfectly Pointless Post

Today's post isn't really about anything in particular.  Every now and then it helps me to take some time to reflect.  Sort of clear my head and put my thoughts down on paper, or my pc screen works too.  This picture speaks to me.  When I started writing I felt pretty much like this. 
"Wow, that's a long road ahead and I'm not much more than a small fry." 
If you look closer, you notice her hands on her hips and her serious stance. She's focused, she means business.  Maybe if we could see her face we would see doubt, or fear.  Possibly we'd even see a few tears, but she's not going to show us anything except her determination. 
So begins her journey.
At times it's a lovely trip, full of beautiful scenery, exciting challenges and milestones, but there are a couple of things you can count on.
It will be uphill.

And at times the road will seem very dark, lonely and endless.

There will be plenty of these along the way.

And just when you think you might be out of the woods and on the right path, you'll run into something like this.

That, my friends is the kind of week I've had.  Wait, I take that back, the kind of year I've had, so far at least.  You can see the light at the end of the road, but getting there is another thing.  It road is full of missteps, pitfalls and detours.  Basically you need a compass, a map, a GPS and a great many supportive friends.
Oh, and a lion costume.  Don't forget that!  You must look brave, even if you're shaking in your little fur paws.

And maybe some Cheetos.  Yeah, Cheetos for sure.

It would be great to have a decoder book of some sort too, but I don't know where to get one. This would come in handy when someone is feeding you a line of BS.  Better yet, they should make an alarm.  Wouldn't that be great!  You could wear in on your wrist and it could beep, getting louder and louder as the bullshit gets deeper.  Then you wouldn't need these for your journey.

I mean really, do any of us want to deal with this?

So my take away this week is this. Sometimes you just have to bounce back and get moving.

Me?  I bounce pretty good.  It could be the extra pounds, but I'd prefer to think it's the way I was raised.  Life knocks you down, you get back up.  Maybe you don't do things in exactly the same way next time, but you do them.

Hugs,
Stevie