At some point during your storm, end the chase, plant your feet firmly in your ground and choose to bloom wilder, bolder, brighter and stronger than ever
before . . .
And when that next storm looms, you boldly and loudly shout, “Rain down, toss the winds, bring the thunder, crash the lightning. You will not break me. I am planted firmly.
I am strong!!!”
Enjoy the rain drops falling down on your face, let the wind move through you, listen to the thunder’s rhythm and watch the lightning’s guiding light. The storm is now your growth not your death.
This is your life. No one else’s. Yours. Be beautiful. Be bold. Be bright. Be you.