I really love the metaphor of wrestling with a problem.
Problems are not neat, they are not confined by a set start or stop, by boundaries, by rules of fair play. They no no Queensbury Rules. Problems are a bar fight and everything in arms reach can and will be used as a weapon. A struggle is a struggle because it grabs you around the waist and tries to drag you down with it. A struggle will punch you in the gut when you're thinking you have it confined in a head lock.
I like that image of grappling with the less than glamorous sides of life; that the best and worst of us hardly coexist peacefully.
I'm learning to realize that the wrestling matches in my life don't follow my timeline.
Nor do they define me.
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