Path thru the forest
This idea came to my mind today. Tacking, changing course with and against and into and opposite from the direction of the wind. When I used to sail in a little boat with my ex boyfriend when I was younger, I remember tacking and the sails coming about fast and sharp and strongly. To catch the wind in the other direction.
Sometimes life is like that. You’ve got to maneuver your boat, your life in response to and co ordination with the wind.
Changing course. To abruptly change direction, as in tacking.
Maybe that’s where I’m at now in life. Depression isn’t doing me any good. In order to move forward, I’ve got to make a huge step, for my own little self and decide that I want to have hope in life and live, not just merely exist until I die, but really live. Thrive. Enjoy. Life. Tack, girl.