Ready for a Break

Life has been so crazy lately, and as the days lengthen into summer, I spend more time looking out my windows into the Texas sky pondering my life.............where it is, where it's been and where it may go.  I used to think that I had all the answers, that by having a clear vision of where I wanted to go I would eventually get there.  I just don't believe that anymore.

With each new obstacle thrown into my way, I want to throw in the towel and give up.  For some reason, I just can't.  Maybe it's the promise of something new that always guides me, or maybe it's the shining faces of my daughters when they were younger.  I made promises to them when they were born, promises I cannot break.  Giving up is just not an option.

Always I think about Jack and Rose struggling through so much to survive the sinking of that historic boat.  Yes, Jack died, but in his sacrifice, in his faith, someone else survived.

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Followup:  I hate Summer.............I guess I always have.  That pondering at the beginning of Summer turned into complete despair and sadness eventually, and I now feel I must quit.  I am exhausted from living without money, without a foothold into a solid career path.  And now, I have a second job, one that does not pay well but will help cover my expenses.  Is this my path?  Seriously?  I think letting go is the hardest thing in the world to do; we long for familiarity, comfort in the known.  It is the fear of unknowing that holds people in strict revolving patterns of behavior.  I know that something I am letting go of needs to be purged from my life.........otherwise, I cannot move forward in a healthy manner.  Yet, the tedious nature of sifting through all the aspects of my life to determine what to keep and what to discard strains my limited emotional resources.  Can I just through a temper tantrum?