Since we were going to be gone and had a 5 hour drive to and fro, I grabbed 3 books to dive into during our trip. Well, I managed to only read one of the books while we were gone, which was read only while we were driving. I just read/finished Counting by 7's by Holly Goldberg Sloan. I really enjoyed the book. It had a good pace, and I didn't get bored. On page 360, I ran across a line that touched me.
"I'm not brave; it's just that all other choices have been thrown out the window."
I thought, "If 'brave' were changed to 'strong,' that would be me." I don't mean for that to sound conceited or anything, but I find that with everything that I have thought about, felt, and gone through the last few years, that I haven't been brave. I have had to be strong. Stronger than I ever thought I needed to be. Strong enough to get through. Maybe I have put things off, not mourned when or how I should have, over or under reacted, but I have survived. Strong and the way I have handled things is the only way I knew how b/c "all other choices" were "thrown out the window."
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