I didn’t get in..
After reading those words, I drove. Barely being able to see through the pools in my eyes, I drove. Sadness, anger, disappointment, disbelief, shame, failure; they all polluted my mind. I found myself staring into the ocean of Santa Cruz. Contemplating what ifs and repeatedly asking Him, “Why?” I sat in despair. Minutes, to what seemed like hours, passed, I calmed and listened to the white noise of mother nature… The waves shushing my every cry. The wind brushing my back… The sand cradling my heavy soul.
She told me everything is going to be okay…
