As long as there is breath in me, I will keep going.
I will find a way.
The barrier may seem tall or even impossible.
But all is never lost.
Ideas come to me in my hour of need.
They say opportunity often makes its appearance as a barrier in disguise. I guess I must remember that when you visit me again.
And rather than cuss about you, I should thank you.
You forced me to think in ways I haven’t done before.
You were the grit I needed.
You reminded me of how much this matters to me.
I can only hope the next time you drop by that I do a better job of recognising you for what you truly are.
A beautiful constraint.