In the Face of Trouble

I got word of trouble earlier today. An agreement had been made and then it all ended up sideways.

There is not much I hate worse than those who won’t keep their word.

I was counting on them. Trusting them.

And now, all we have is what is. Broken promises, fractured agreement and trust.

So I’ve let the sick feeling in my stomach and the trouble pressing in wash over me today.

Like the waves at the ocean I’ve allowed the tossing and the upset without struggle and without fighting back.

I know it’ll wash away and I’ll feel back to normal.

What I am sick and tired of at the moment will settle out and back into line as long as I don’t make it any worse in my own upset.

What I do know is that for every bit of trouble I learn so very much.

And what is, is what is.