Life is full of unexpected blows. The only way to minimize
them (you'll never completely rid yourself) is to restrict your
life. Restrict your heart. I refuse to do that. I'm
"sunny" enough in my approach to life to truly believe
that some blows really are accidental. I'm also realistic
enough to accept that some are deliberate, even orchestrated.
As I am reeling in shock, confusion, and disbelief, it is natural
for my mind, my heart, to try to figure out "Why?" You
know what I told myself? Don't. It's wasted energy. I am
only trying to figure out and resolve someone else's issues and
in the process am shrouding myself with their dysfunction.
I will not......stop being me. For every person who tries to
sabotage or undermine me, there are twice as many who support,
encourage, respect, admire and love the me that is me!
I looked up the root "Fort" in my effort to process and
move forward constructively from quite an agonizing blow. Here is
what I found:
"fortified place, stronghold," from Middle French fort,
from noun use in Old French of fort (adj.) "strong,
fortified" (10c.), from Latin fortis "strong, mighty,
firm, steadfast," from Old Latin forctus, possibly from PIE
root *bhergh- (2) "high, elevated," with derivatives
referring to hills and hill-forts (cognates: Sanskrit brmhati
"strengthens, elevates," Old High German berg
"hill;" see barrow (n.2)).
And here is what I will do and advise others to do as well. I will
fortify my heart. I will continue to live my life with fortitude. I
will not instead retreat behind a fortress and deny myself of all
the wonder, beauty, richness and true love that life and its
relationships bear. It's not my dungeon.
Head held high. Shoulders squared. Feet firmly on the ground and
marching forward. Progressing. Learning. Growing.
Heart open for business. Now and always.