The storm was rolling in. Wet, windy and noisy. It was beautiful. We were running in the rain. Soaked. Was it sweat or just storm. It was both. The quarter mile was run, rest for a moment and then run again…over and over and,well , you get the picture.
All the while the storm was enjoying its voice and power.
Being part of the storm as opposed to separating ourselves from it was part of the joy of the moment.
Don't hide from the storm. Embrace it. Many times it just is where you are right then. It is you at the moment of conflict. Accept it and recognize that your journey has put you there and it will pass.
But while you are in it, don't fear it or hide from it. It is you now. Rain. Storm. Nature at her finest. You , in the conflict, at your finest. An ageless experiment.