Why does it seem whenever we find a place we feel comfortable, life goes and throws a wrench into your happy spot? It’s something I am going through at the moment. It’s no one’s particular fault. It’s just life when we reach a certain point we are pushed to keep moving. I am grateful for each and every moment I get to wake up and go through a new day. Does that change how I feel about the constant push to keep moving? I would like to be mature and say no we all have to keep moving. As an adult I should say that, but the girl inside just keeps saying can we get a moment to catch up. Ah the fight of our inner child that never truly wants to grow up and the adult that knows we can’t remain the same. So to another day of fighting the good fight. Even if that means just dragging yourself through the day. Keep going don’t give up, you are strong enough to keep moving.