When it rains, it pours. My life has been a deluge for the past year and a half. I am sliding through the mud of what used to be my everyday existence. Even with rubber boots some days I completely fall on my behind and all I can do is get where I need to go, throw the muddy clothes in the washer, hop in the shower and try it again. There are some days like today when I am thankful for people who remind me that I am not alone, and I am encouraged to continue this process which feels like a chrysalis, breaking me down and building me up all at the same time.