There is a tree in my front yard that I think is the perfect analogy to me.
It’s not been feeling too well lately. Half of it is falling apart, literally. I went outside this morning and found that last night’s storm had broken several limbs, one was as big around as my arm and another as big as my thigh. Believe me when I say that thigh-size log was effing heavy.
Those broken branches are like all the worries and stress I carry around. I don’t want that to break me down, to cause me to lose bits and pieces of myself.
The other half of the tree is sprouting bright green leaves and is trying to fill in the blanks left by its desolate side. It is still fighting to survive. The hardy side of the tree seems to be losing ground in its battle, but it isn’t giving up yet.
I am loathed to have the tree removed, to let its depressed side win.
I’m rooting for the healthy side to go the distance and make a full recovery.
“Being defeated is often a temporary condition. Giving up is what makes it permanent.” ~ Marilyn vos Savant
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What to do:
Using “fight” for inspiration, write 100 Words – 100 exactly – no more, no less. You can either use the word – or any form of the word – as one of your 100, or it can be implied. Include a link in your post back here, and add your story to the Mister Linky list. If you don’t have a blog, you can leave your submission in the comment section, or as a Facebook status post. Remember to keep spreading the love with supportive comments for your fellow Wordsters.