This was the year the wind came and blew my world away. It ripped through, pulling down the walls I had only just started to repair, tearing away everything I worked so hard to build.
Everything I loved. In an instant, it was gone.
All gone in a whirlwind.
I have kicked and punched at the wind, fought it with everything I have.
I have screamed myself hoarse, and have felt my words blown back into my face. I felt my own powerlessness, and I realized that fear and rage are not so different.
Now the wind is beginning to die, and I’m left here to sift through the wreckage.
What I have now — the only thing I have — is what I choose to build from it.
What was is NOTHING compared to what will be.
I am stronger than the wind.