You know that feeling of not being able to breathe, not being able to look up from the ground, the inability to move on? Of feeling stuck, and lost, at the same time. That feeling, I've felt before. We all have. We've all been there. We've also been to a place in our lives when we have to re-establish a breathing pattern, when we have to carry the weight on our shoulders and force ourselves to look back up, when we have to move on. It's just a matter of time and perspective...and the hope that everything will be okay.
I'm there. I'm right there. I'm sprawled all over "there".
Today my heart smiled. It picked up its broken pieces floating about, put itself back together, and smiled.
Why? Because of the Volunteer Adventure Corps. Because of these:

I'm chasing the dream. My dream. End of story.
Images and video from: Volunteer Adventure Corps
Operation Getting "There"
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