Life in Chicago has been harder than expected for many reasons that I won't bore you with now. But at the root of it is moving on from last year and seeking my purpose in life. I am all mixed up inside and hate this process but embrace it at the same time. No one sums my feelings up better than my former teammate and friend, Jimmy:
"The adjustment phase is like a grieving process. There's no timetable, no expectations, no "right" way to deal. It's a process that must be walked, a journey that must be taken - this completing step is imperative for the success or failure of the pilgrimage. It's similar to a butterfly emerging or a chick hatching from its shell. It cannot forego the experience of fighting through because ultimately the struggle is what guarantees life on the other side. It's not uncompassionate to allow the process to happen - in fact, it's the only healthy way! Re-entry takes support, takes time, takes starting something new and applying all that you've learned: that God is still, somehow, in control."
Friends, thank you for your patience with me as I continue to find my place.
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Sometimes I feel like a caterpiller that wraps himself up in his cocoon, waits patiently, then emerges to realize he's still a friggin' caterpiller. (Raises a glass) here's to re-adjusting.
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