What happens when sh*t hits the fan and plans, hopes, jobs, or relationships get torn apart and scattered? Books by experts outline stages of grief, and maybe some people go through each of the stages and grieve their loss- neat and complete. Maybe they move on in time, unburdened, knowing with high confidence that their loss was a fluke, never to occur again, but for the rest of us….

Low

Failure- The death of a dream, for the meantime

Humiliation- Hell for everyone who’s taken a ride on the loss of pride train

Humility- Heat and flames cut to low, fires hidden. No step taken lightly

Dream- in color. Sift through ashes. Scatter seeds. Simmer. Rise and fall. And again.