There was this random line from a song that I could not identify. I just could not get it out of my head. I found myself saying it over and over to myself. It came to me at times when I wanted to throw my hands up in the air, which seemed to be a lot lately.
Instead of saying “I give up!” or throwing in the towel, I heard this quiet whisper, as if a little guardian angel was sitting on my shoulder reminding me everything would be ok.
“It comes and goes in waves….”
Sometimes it comes and goes in violent, crashing waves.
Waves that slam into me like a brick wall.
Waves that pull me under.
And then sometimes life is a little more merciful, and it comes and goes in gentle waves.
Up and down, up and down, almost rolling.
Up and down, up and down.
I ride them out.
Because I know the waves will never stop.
Blood sugars, papers to grade, piles of laundry, memories, things breaking down and things needing fixed up, sadness and happiness, boredom and motivation, stress and peace, bills and surprises, loneliness and contentment….
It comes and goes in waves….