{"id":510,"date":"2016-10-30T09:24:03","date_gmt":"2016-10-30T09:24:03","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/mybigballofstring.com\/?p=510"},"modified":"2016-10-30T19:38:03","modified_gmt":"2016-10-30T19:38:03","slug":"crossroads","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/mybigballofstring.com\/?p=510","title":{"rendered":"Crossroads"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"TwoDuring our\u00a0life journey we come to many cross roads.
\nSometimes it is easy to make the decision as to which one to take.
\nOther times the selection can be rather confusing.
\nClarity is often not as great as we would like and we have to take risks.
\nJump into the unknown.
\nScary stuff!
\n\"275251\"<\/p>\n

It\u2019s very scary at times not to be able to see the end of the path we are on.
\nIn fact if we could I am sure we would retreat fast!!
\nMy journey came to an abrupt crossroad on February 18th 2013<\/a>.
\nIt was like I\u2019d hit a\"handheld-stop-sign\"sign – smack in front of me.<\/p>\n

I crashed straight into it.
\nI lay\u00a0in the middle of the road reeling from the shock.
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With my\u00a0classic\u00a0PTSD responses I did several things.
\nI fled, hid,\u00a0retreated to my sanctuary – my bed.
\nI froze, time stood still and the world carried on in a whirl around me.
\nand
\nI fought.
\nI fought so bloody hard.
\nI exhausted myself.
\nI was a ball of confusion as I processed it all.<\/p>\n

The journey from then on has been incredibly tenuous.
\nLots of ruts and complications\u00a0along the way.
\nBut as my friend Bob encourages\u00a0I have been slowly turning my vision toward living.
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\nI cast my eyes\u00a0back and see the roads of my journey weaving, looping, converging, but none of them straight.
\nAlong those roads I have experienced more pain than I could\u2019ve ever thought imaginable, I have learned more than I could\u2019ve ever conceived.<\/p>\n

A dear friend just sent me this message today, it touched my heart so deeply that I need to share it here.
\n“For some, suddenly they find themselves on a road that is not of their choosing, a road unknown they must travel alone. They travel naked, no suitcase of preparation to hand, constantly assailed by travelers offering garments that are ill fitting and uncomfortable. \u00a0Attending to those who join them then leave, turning back to their “place” Having no\u00a0\u201cplace\u201d. Eyes set on the path with no end in sight, and no sight to see, eyes in the back of their head their only vision, looking back, looking back, looking back, then suddenly traveling, walking on alone. When does this road not of ones choosing open out to something more? \u00a0When warriors walk it. \u00a0Walk on Raewyn I have utmost love respect and admiration for you. Your Tim would be just so proud of you.”<\/em><\/p>\n

I am now standing at a new cross roads.
\nOne where I am feeling exhilarated, excited, and energised.
\nExciting to venture out into the unknown.
\nI am standing strong, displaying all my scars with attitude.
\nCompletely unafraid – well almost \ud83d\ude09
\nI am becoming healthier emotionally and physically and mentally.
\nTim was right.
\nHe said I could do it and I am.
\nRest easy my love.
\nI am OK!
\nI am a warrior!
\nA warrior princess embarking along a new road – one that I have not traveled before.
\nAnd it feels so right \ud83d\ude42
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