The universe looked at the past few weeks I’ve had and said, “You know what she needs? One more thing.” Some weeks feel heavier than others. Nothing huge. Nothing life changing. Just enough little things piling up that you find yourself thinking, “Seriously? Can we not?” The older I get, the more I realize how much courage it actually takes to put yourself out there. To apply for the job. To ask someone to be your friend. To care about people. To cheer people on. To keep showing up.
Nobody tells you that sometimes the hardest part isn’t the big stuff. It’s the little disappointments. The confusing things. The things that leave you wondering what happened and trying not to make up stories in your head. I wish I could say I’ve mastered it all by now, but most days I still feel like I’m just out here winging it. I guess that’s all any of us are doing…so if you’ve had one of those weeks where your feelings are a little bruised and your heart is tired, you’re not alone. Tomorrow is a new day…but if tomorrow could bring me wine and fewer emotional plot twists, that would be great.
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