I won't give up.

That's pretty much all I can say. In just a week, I've come to realize what a mess I'm in right now. The multitude of commitments are stretching me thin--a totally new extreme on the magnitude spectrum and I just know I can't break. Not now. Not ever.

I just need to keep fighting. Spirit is always stronger than we imagine. The flesh may be weak but we are not whole without either the spirit or our physical entity. In all its entirety, I am whole as long as I keep pushing on. And that's precisely what I'm doing.

It's only the beginning of a new chapter and I'm rather confident it was pass over like a silent breeze. The kind that scars you for life or the kind that you look back and thank God for it only being a passing gale? That I know not. What I know is that this won't be forever. The winds will come as they please, successive without rest, and that won't deter me. Nothing will, really.

I've come too far to realize this isn't the smoothest path. In fact, it's a dirt pike filled with treacherous ends. That's why this is going to work out. I live and breathe adventure. It's my second nature. A scout--that's who I am. I'll never forget the roots that brought me here, the training that gave me the tenacity I carry today.

Lost and alone, these
stormy waters I will calm
cause I won't give up.