I always thought I had it all worked out.

I had everything under control.

“I plan, focus and move forward; I am the master of my destiny.”


That’s what I thought.

Then life happened.

Arrested in mid-flight, I am.


I cannot move forward.

It is all spiralling out of control.

I don’t know why.


I barely understand how I got here.

Yet, here I am!

My world is falling apart.


My body and home are in distress.

I now realize how fragile I am.

I own nothing but the present moment.


It is scary.

It is glorious, as I live a moment at a time.

It hurts, for tomorrow might not be mine.