No Apologies...Love the StormA Story by Jill CobbWeathering the storms of life and becoming a better person. No Apologies...Love, the Storm Ever play music to get pumped up for a
challenge? Haha yeah, me too. I love an anthem that rocks me to my
core, erasing all my fears and doubts as if it were champagne flowing through
my veins. Nothing compares to the pure exhilaration
of believing in yourself. And nothing should. For so long you suffered through the pain,
barely allowing others in to your world. Afraid of rejection once again?
So you sink back in the shadows…hiding your true emotions concealing the
sadness in your eyes with the brim of your hat, wearing sunglasses at night,
working all hours, pushing through without a break just so no one sees who you
really are underneath it all. Why oh why do we all try and pretend life is
great? I am so tired of the there’s not a gray cloud in the Fakebook Sky
and it’s always sunny on Instagram life. Get real. The weather is so
unpredictable, yet predictable. All us Floridians know that it’s going to
be either partly sunny or partly cloudy with a chance of rain. And you
can bet your sweet a*s, it will rain somewhere in the sunshine state. Especially if you have one day off and
desperately want to go fishing, like my buddy Shane. Nothing would give
him more pleasure on his day off than calm seas, beautiful skies and lots of
fish biting his line. But, just as life, so it goes, that nothing
turns out the way we planned. Despite careful planning, lining up all
your little ducks in row, or even if you go off half-cocked it seems life takes
you where it wants you to go, just as the weather predicts if you fish or stay
in and watch a movie. We can’t control these unfortunate
circumstances. And how boring would life really be if we planned every
single detail out exactly to be just so perfect? Oh, I think it wouldn’t be fun at
all. I don’t know about you, but I definitely enjoy watching a movie with
a twist, an ending I never saw coming, a killer I didn’t expect or to shed a
tear during a sweet scene in a comedy. If you could chase away all the cloudy days
of life would you? What if you could have sunny days and blue skies
forever, would you be happy? Hell no! Anthems weren't written
because life is perfect. Champagne wasn't made to celebrate ordinary
moments of life. It's the momentous occasions in life that call for the
bubbly, the sunshine after the rain we all love. I dare you to taunt life and weather.
Two bad a*s forces of nature to reckon with and will only make you better if
you play the game their way. Allow them to scare the s**t out of you and
make you want to cuddle up with your blankie, thumb in mouth and assume the
fetal position. Maybe we don’t know it in the moment, but
looking back, we can be grateful for the change, something that shook us and
took us in a completely different direction than we set out on. One night, it all clicked. Everything
came full circle. It was a magnificent experience, especially for me, as
a writer, I am always looking for profound moments of life that will change me
and better yet someone else. What I saw and felt and understood that
night was necessary to close a chapter of life and begin a new one. Emotions, ideas, thoughts, memories,
moments of time I want to capture them all… but sometimes, I just need a minute
to lie down with them all and relive the joy, the pain, the shock the surprise
and the trauma of it all. As mine, just mine. Then I can give
it back to the world, the way it should be. This night was that moment I was able to
embrace it all. I captured it just so and want to share it with
you. If it weren’t for sharing it first with my friend Shane, I wouldn’t
be able to give you this glimpse of what it means to snuggle up to the storm,
in all its all glory. Although it was late, we were still awake
and high fiving to random comments that only makes sense after a few cold ones
as we kicked back to enjoy our night. Foreshadowing is everything my
friend. Just as we sat back, in our usual comfortableness with each
other, fighting over who played what song next and falling into routine banter to
outwit each other, that’s when it all hit. Seriously. The winds
picked up in gale force, the lightening ripped through the sky and the thunder
boomed like the boss of the night. Comfortable, sucking up the pain and the
rain...it was a night like this that showed me once for and for all that Shane
and I were actually holding our own in a great big storm. As
if on a metaphorical cue, he stepped out in the gustiest wind whipping,
lightening crashing part of the storm and smiled in spite of all its fury. No apologies, love the storm. And when it’s all over, and you realize you
survived, regardless if you cried like a baby, peed yourself or whatever, you
will still reel in the sheer joy of knowing you survived! Let me say that
again…you weathered the storm! And don’t lie, when you tell the story
again to your friends, it will come off as if you chased that big bad storm
away. Right? Oh well, your secret is safe with me. I
too have chased away a storm or two. Maybe they chased me too…right where
I’m supposed to be. Change is the storm of life. We never
know what direction it will take us. All we know is to hold tight to what
we love the most, hope for the best and make no apologies, love the storm.
© 2016 Jill CobbFeatured Review
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