Sitting here one more time, wishing away my life and stroking my misery.
It's funny how we get into a circle, yeah? We're sad, and then we're mad, and then back to sad again, and then mad at ourselves for wasting the day,
wasting the tissue, regretting our choices to relive things that can't be changed or taken away.
Guilt will devour you whole if you let it.
Grief will gnaw a hole in your side if you don't get it out.
Worry will corrode your soul, and it deserves nothing, and has no benefit.
Danger is real, fear is a choice.
And yet we sit here with grief and worry and despair, and still we have wasted the day on them again.
But once you have soothed all of that with a little time and forgiveness of yourself, you can start fresh, whenever you want, wherever you are, with something else
that isn't so heavy.
Put the heavy stuff down. Go do something a bit lighter.
"You want to perform a miracle? Forgive yourself." - Unknown
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