As much as I would like to believe there are people who bask in eternal sunshine, I know we all resist our life. We resist its loss, pain, poverty, discomfort, disease. The list is almost endless. As I look back on enough years, I am heartened by the challenges I’ve weathered, conquered, and even the ones I still drag along each day. I used to think I grew when I wrestled these problems, disappointments, catastrophes, but I was wrong. The truth is I grew when I wrestled my resistance.
• Writing poems is one of my wrestling moves •
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