Today, the words don’t come to me easily. I strain to find a few that I know how to string together.
This morning my thoughts are scattered in bits and pieces on the floor.
I wish I was the ‘yesterday me’. The yesterday version of myself felt so put together. I was the ‘take-it-as-it comes girl’, the ‘I know who I am’ girl. I was the confident girl who looked in the mirror and said I GOT THIS. Because I did.
Today appears the ‘I’m fine’ girl, the quiet girl who is in indescribable pain but will hide that behind a smile today, and keep going. She is fine. She’s always fine.
Some days are easy, uncomplicated.
Some days I strain to open my eyes, and I wait for the weight of the world to bear down upon me as soon as my feet hit the floor. Because it will. And it does.
And it did.
And I keep going.
Today the words don’t come to me easily. I yawn, stretch, and I step over my feelings that are in bits and pieces on the floor. I think I will leave them there today.