I picture myself making this motion when life pulls  tries to pull my best stuff away from me.

Someone close to me is dying

PAT PAT PAT

I pull in the hope and good cheer and pat it back onto myself where it is crumbling away.

I experience disappointment  in a way that seems hard to recover from

PAT PAT PAT

I pull in understanding where it is falling away

I go to two funerals in one week

PAT PAT PAT

Life is confusing. Life is hard but it is still good. I pull in faith where it is dissipating.

My  sadness over what I cannot change washes over me.

PAT PAT PAT

Everything has meaning somehow, it just isn’t always clear.

Spring comes quickly, and so do Thursdays and so do years  and with that difficulty to reconcile with how good and beautiful time flies too fast

PAT PAT PAT

Change is good and part of life, I tell myself and I pull up my attitude like a pair of socks with little  elastic left.

Something terrible happens and you question everything

PAT PAT PAT

I pull in all the good stuff I know is true  and pile it on top

PAT PAT PAT

I go deeper to try to find reason and understanding

I find this the hardest part of growing up. It requires vigilance and hard work.

How do you hold on to what you love about yourself as life tries hard to pull it away?

I have a story here on my other blog that restores some good faith- come over and take a look