You’re alive. I’m going to guess that everybody who died wishes they had one more Monday. If you did Sunday night right, then you got a running start to Monday. You’re …
What to do? What’s the next step when you know your body is ready but your mind is not?
Still we get up. We persist, we resist, we exist.
Maybe it’s time to make some changes, darling.
In those moments when I get caught up in the sturm und drang of everyday life, I realize that (like that old Spandau Ballet song), I know this much is true.
Sometimes, to push myself physically to the ends of myself is the only way to find anything close to what resembles peace in this confusing world.
It’s a workout … and a lesson.
Make yourself as strong and as kind and as educated and as loving as you possibly can because you are the one constant everywhere you go.
It wasn’t that I couldn’t be broken—the world had proven me wrong on that—but rather that I could refuse to be a broken person.
Fewer choices, more freedom. It’s ironic, but sometimes it’s true.