I love Frank’s picture this week.
I’m a comfort monkey, true to my star sign and Chinese symbol, not exactly afraid of change, but not really happy enough to embrace it with enthusiasm, especially now.
I’ve never been adventurous, so after my divorce in 1981 and branching out on my own in a new relationship some 80 odd miles away from the parental safety nest, I surprised an awful lot of people.
Looking at Frank’s picture, this is how I felt thirty odd years ago………….. something once solid hanging on for dear life in a sea of cold unfeeling ice. It would’ve been so easy to give up, just let go, and let the tide wash me away.
But I didn’t.
A little lopsided and shaky, I stretched out my roots, gathering purchase on familiar soil with the support of my family, especially Dad and Bro who were forces to be reckoned with when it came to my welfare.
I eventually stood upright, proud of who emerged from the shivering wreck of what was.
We all have hidden strengths. I am grateful mine were forced out of me when I needed them most.