Many feet taller: From Anonymous

Dear September…: I feel brave enough to confront you September. I feel stronger now and I’ve kept moving and growing and January sees a different self than the one that looks in the mirror now. I feel that by being knocked down, like a peg in the ground, a mallet taking hit after hit, trying to hold up a stable structure, that I’ve in fact created something better of myself. I’ve made a structure, created something, proved myself. I’m supporting something, my life, my friends and family. Supporting my way forward for a better future. Covering the ground before my feet, keeping the bad weather and blues away. To get knocked down means to grow 2 feet taller every time you stand back up. The mallet becomes nothing more than the energy that fuels you further onward and upward. To be a bigger, better and stronger structure. A stronger person. Dear September and all those hundreds or more people that I never had the guts to speak to, defend, fight for, get to know, support – I’m here now, and I’m so many feet taller than I was before.