Know when to walk away and know when to run.
You never count your money when you're sittin' at the table.
There'll be time enough for countin' when the dealin's done."
-Kenny Rogers "The Gambler"
When a blog falls silent for awhile, it could mean that things are really really good, or really really bad. For me, it's been an even mixture of both. I've had some amazing and inspiring conversations that have led me to tears, and also have had severely painful and frustrating days that have left me in tears. The vacillating has been exhausting, so I've held back from posting. But I always would like this piece of blogland real estate to be honest and authentic, so now I'm writing...
Tears seem to be the constant. And for someone who was nicknamed "Stoney" for my ability to remain stoic and hold things in, this shows to me how deeply I care, how the pain not only is present in my feet, but how it pierces my heart and the very core of who I am.
I have thrived on my ability to persevere, to be the girl with grit, to be the one who finishes what she starts. I hate quitting. So I keep going, keep my chin up, try to troubleshoot and find other solutions.
But the foot pain is still there. And it is so real.
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| I am a fishy. But the painful foot pain leaves me feeling stupidly nonathletic. |
This song has been on my mind so much lately- you need to know when to hold 'em, and when to fold 'em...and really, only you know the answer.
It's a question that I've been asking myself lately. I have less than eight weeks to find the answer.
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