"There is so much about my fate that I cannot control, but other things do fall under the jurisdiction. I can decide how I spend my time, whom I interact with, whom I share my body and life and money and energy with. I can select what I can read and eat and study. I can choose how I’m going to regard unfortunate circumstances in my life-whether I will see them as curses or opportunities. I can choose my words and the tone of voice in which I speak to others. And most of all, I can choose my thoughts."-
— Elizabeth Gilbert
She’s wrapped herself up in writing to cover the events of the past few months, which, for some odd reason, embody a sadness she’s never felt before. It won’t last…she’s sure of it. Today just happens to be the day of feeling it all, but she welcomes even the harshest of ocean waves that set inward. The storm at sea is a beautiful reminder of the challenge set forth meant to be tamed and calmed. The entire universe sets within her hands. On her left is a whirling winded sphere of the ocean, resembling the storm. Holding it, her arm is unsteady but her hand holds firm to the sphere that’s part of something beyond her reality. Steady and quiet floating on her left palm is a clear sphere with snow falling. Each snowflake is a chapter and piece of her life, falling steady and melting away before her eyes. It’s amazing how those very flakes hold up on solid ground only to be created and destroyed within seconds. It scares her just knowing within seconds she has the ability to thrash either sphere into the wall and watch it shatter in no time.
Writing, inspired; note in a notebook of mine.