Personal Reflection
I’ve learned the sea doesn’t care about your plans, your pride, or your sense of timing. Storms arrive when they choose, and they never apologize for the mess they leave behind. There was a time I thought I had to wait for the skies to clear before moving forward. But that’s not living—it’s hiding. Somewhere between the gusts and the lightning, I realized the only way to find my strength was to sail straight into the weather and learn what my hands could do.
Reflective Prompt
Think about a storm you’ve faced—not just weather, but a moment that shook your footing. How did you steady yourself? What did you discover about your own strength in the middle of it?
Memoirs of Madness 