There are days when it feels futile. When our dogged efforts to persevere leave us exhausted and wanting more results. Hopeless. There is no immediate gratification for our daily battles. Only baby steps; an easier morning, an authentic laugh, a number that doesn’t matter anymore. But, those things aren’t tangible enough sometimes to power through the pain and anxiety, signing up for more challenges when the current ones haven’t been overcome.
We yearn for time to freeze just long enough to rest, and breathe, and heal. To pop our brains right off for a day of clarity and emancipation. They haven’t invented this type of procedure yet.
A wise woman once asked me – is this something that you are, or something that you do? I have a feeling it’s the latter, and I am grateful for that.
It’s true, some people stop pushing forward. Maybe they believe they have reached the end. Maybe they have grown too tired keep fighting. Either way, they live chronically, with one foot in this world and one in another. Fear keeps me moving.
There will always be a tomorrow. We need to stay hungry for it.