In the past few months, life has dealt me several hard blows. Earlier this year, I began seeking answers to questions like, “Who am I?”, “What purpose would I like my life to have?”, “What ways can I leave this earth better than what it is now?”
After a beautiful conversation with a friend, I realized, “I’m a fighter!” My down never means I’m out. My silence never means I’m weak. And most importantly, my tears usually mean that my soul is being cleansed.
A clean soul makes for a free spirit. A free spirit makes a happy heart. And a happy heart opens the way to a more balanced life.
How do you cope with stress?