It's been a crazy past couple of weeks. I'm seem to just keep struggling to keep my head above water. I'm in my place, doing what I've been called to, but change is never fun, and goodbyes never get any easier. It is a struggle to let go of friendships, relationships, and circumstances we have in all honesty become dependent on. But in change there is a peace because you know that everything that was once wrong has a chance to be made right once again. Like chalk washed off on a sidewalk, there is a fresh new start. A new story is beginning to be told. I don't know if anyone is truly ever ready to dive into the pools of fate, but one thing I do know is that the water will be cold. I hope I brought my swimming trunks.