Weaving my way through life . . .

It occurred to me this morning that my byline, "Weaving my way through life" had more meaning than I realized when I first wrote it.
When weaving, the weft is sometimes up, sometimes down, but still works its way across the warp, back and forth, over and under, like my journey through life. And the more ups and downs as I go, the stronger the fabric (life) that I weave. If there is a break in the warp, it gets repaired and if there is a little loop on the edge of the warp, the fabric is still strong and true. Maybe not perfect, but wonderfully strong nonetheless and full of the uniqueness that is me.