Note to Self:
When it rains, it pours. But sometimes storms are beautiful.
Where I live it has stormed almost everyday for about three weeks . . . and I've loved every second of it. I love standing in the rain and feeling the constant pound of water droplets on my skin. I love feeling the thunder as it seems to shake every part of me. I love watching as the lightning lights up the entire scene as if it were the middle of the day. To me, it's beautiful.
But thunderstorms aren't the only kind of storms, are they? Sometimes there are personal storms: life storms. There are moments when everything seems to come at you all at once. Maybe you realize that life after high school isn't so easy. Maybe you start to see all of the things that your scholarship DOESN'T pay for. Maybe you realize that soon you'll be in a completely new place with no familiar faces. Maybe you haven't seen your dad in over two weeks. Maybe your best friend is leaving. Maybe you're scared out of your mind. But you know . . . sometimes storms are beautiful.
When trials come one by one it's easier to get through them and I am SO grateful for those times. But the times when I've learned and grown the most are the times when the trials have been piled on a mile high. And to me, those times are beautiful.
In the moment, it sucks. A lot. Saying goodbye is horrible. Getting hurt . . . well, it hurts. Crying yourself to sleep is not fun.
Then you wake up.
And it's not true what they tell you . . . just because it's a new day doesn't mean it's going to be an easier day. But waking up you do realize how good it felt to just let it out . . . to cry and let that storm come. Maybe the storm will last longer than you hoped or longer than you feel you can take, but you can make it to the end. You don't have to get out and dance in the rain of your life storm. You don't have to enjoy every second of it.
The tears and the hurt are there to help you know you're alive. Isn't it true that sometimes when we're happy we feel like it's all a dream? These storms that come, they're there to bring you back down to earth and to teach you what life is really all about. It's about learning and overcoming and growing. And someday you'll see that rainbow. Maybe not today or tomorrow or even next week. But it will come.
Life is full of storms and rainbows. Your life is a fairytale . . . a perfect story with tragedy and happiness strung together in all the right places. And, as in every fairytale, someday you will have your happily ever after.
My life hasn't been completely tragic and it sure hasn't been perfect either. But it's my life. Sometimes I have to go through hard things. And even though it can be hard to see in the moment, I really believe that those hard things--those storms--are beautiful. They shape every part of who I am now and the person I am trying to become. Without them I just wouldn't be me, and even though I know I'm not perfect . . . I'm pretty happy with the person I'm becoming. :)
So yeah . . . when it rains, it pours. But I believe those storms are beautiful.
P.S. If I sound "preachy" at all, just know that when I say "you" I'm really talking to myself as well. So if I'm "preachy" I'm really just preaching to myself . . . haha
