The Sunday Sessions: 3.11.18 Edition
Sunday is traditionally a day in which we slow down, take time for reflection, and recharge. Every Sunday, I will share a poem or excerpt that will make us think, wonder, or even laugh as we prepare ourselves for the upcoming week.
by William Ernest Henley
Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find me, unafraid:
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.
*Note: The format of the poem has an indention on every other line, but WordPress isn’t letting me keep that formatting. I apologize for any hardcore “Invictus” fans!
Questions of the Week
I’ve been struggling with what I want in life (see last week’s session on what is your enough). Since my mom passed away, my life doesn’t resemble what I thought it would at this time. I believed whatever I was doing and wherever I was doing it, my mom would be only a phone call away. She was my safety net. Now I’m working with no net and it’s incredibly scary. I’m not sure which way to go, and the one of the two people I would’ve sought advice from is no longer here to ask. I have to figure it all out on my own.
If you are the master of your fate and the captain of your soul, in which direction are you headed?