Rolling

I read an expression on someone’s blog not too long ago, and it has been sort of stored somewhere inside my memory cells ever since. “Rolling with the punches", rolling with the punches, rolling with the punches... I believe someone left a comment on a post stating that the person in the blog was good at "rolling with the punches" or something like that; I have forgotten all of the details by now. Then after reading those words I thought “hmm that sure is difficult but must be self empowering too on so many levels.” Later I put those thoughts aside and moved on. Seemingly not fast or far enough...

Last week I literally had a moment when I silently shouted this expression out to myself – rolling with the punches. To think of it more, yes I have been rolling with the punches; all sorts of punches too. Emotional, financial, self imposed, and inherited too; all sorts of bruising punches. In fact, by now I am starting to feel as if I have become  a punching bag, and could use a punching bag myself. To release it all: things that are bothering me, things that are giving me a hard time and pulling me down, things that are seemingly not going my way. Or maybe just everything……

P.S. As for court update, things went well. Charges have been dropped and everyone went home to tend to their messy lives. Lessons have been learned, bruises have been immortalized and  outlooks on life will never be the same as a result. Jail time series are officially closed.