I had gotten so used to the storm I hadn’t given my mind or my body the opportunity to celebrate the fact that I was out. You could get so used to fighting that you fight the blessings that God tries to send your way. At age twenty-nine, I had been fighting the majority of my life. There is, however, a period on the journey where a shift takes place. The environment doesn’t necessarily change and the drama may still exist, but it no longer consumes you. It’s like one day it just stops. Like slow motion the chaos still spins, but you seem to have a bit more control. It’s coming straight at you, and yet you can recognize the hit. You’ve cracked the code, and can anticipate the blow before it connects. You have grown stronger, a little wiser, and you are a little more prepared.