CLAW66

One week passed and it does feel good.

Another week of a slow road back.

After a fall, I'm back to earth, seeking to find wings to keep me above the clouds.

There is a time to run and a time to stand. This is my time of standing.

When that which is at stake outweighs that which allures, then you are in a good place and cannot be moved.

Now feeling some pressure, yet understanding the cost of defeat. I have to keep the balance weighted on the side of victory.

Feeling calm, collected and quite.

Now my insanity must be faced. The next 7 days will tell a lot of my state of being.

The impossible is possible even if it is accomplished centimeter by centimeter.

Kicking the tires day. Checking to see if I'm good to move on. I am.

Paying the cost for freedom using currency donated by grace.

Crossing a line for freedom, while holding it against bondage.

The anti-hero walks the morally gray path and constantly flirts with redemption.

Looking at another week, and feeling low.

As long as the clock ticks and the heart beats there is time to change.

3 weeks doesn't need to be a finish line, just a milestone on a long journey -- good job :)

As the heat increases, so must resolve.

Another day, another thought, another feeling to deal with.

Seeking a foundation to stand on and not fall.

I want to be a tree, unmoved and flourishing.