Today is a day.
Just another day.
A day so ordinary it makes my insides ache for change.
Waking up today I realized I'm about half way down a road I didn't choose to walk down. And my thoughts, they've betrayed me. And writing isn't helping me untangle this big, messy ball of yarn that is my life.
I find myself a bit lost, yet again. Tumbling about in plasmatic limbo, white knuckled, eyes closed tight, not knowing where I'll land.
It sucks.
And all I know is that there is not enough White-Out in the world to cover up the mistakes I make daily. Hourly.
But today is a day.
Just like tomorrow will be.
And even though walking this path wasn't a choice, today I can choose to dig in my heels, swivel myself around, and propel myself in the other direction. I've chucked the map and am traveling on instinct.
And I can't believe I couldn't figure this out earlier.
But, today doesn't care. Today has not betrayed me.
*edit* Today is the day.
June 2018
5 years ago
6 comments:
*stands nodding, with arms-crossed, after chaining you to your blog*
Peter: You should be! You inspired this post!
Yay!
Plus I look all bad-ass standing here with my arms crossed like this right?
I imagine you do, in your baseball hat and cool sneakers.
What do you Canadians call gym shoes again? Tennies? Something equally funny?
i so feel you on the whiteout thing.
wish it came in gallon size. you know, metaphorically of course.
We call them sneakers.
Isn't "tennies" British? Australian?
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