Wow, the past few weeks have been an ass kicker. I am talking crying on the work commute, hurt heart, empty nesting, stress bomb. And I am doing all things trying to get my head above it.
It is hard when something you think is the perfect fit…..turns out to be a big ol’ flop.
It attacks the mind and heart flooding the messages…well you made a colossal fuck up, you suck, fail a little more, and so on.
It is hard to fight that. It is tiring trying to fight that.
But then you have a brief moment that you hold onto.
A little boy named Joey, dancing to Old Town Road….
A note from the teenager….
An “I love you”........
And dammit. It sure doesn’t make the ass beating easier, but it doesn’t make you feel the good, the love, and the real.
Am I going to cry on Monday..most likely.
Will I make it out stronger and better..most likely.
(Am I currently planning an escape somewhere…most likely.)
My great grandma Gladys summed it up best,
This too shall pass….
And it always does. And you always get through it. And you always come out of it.
So, this chapter is for everyone in the arena…getting your ass kicked.
This chapter will pass.
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