I sat in my fluorescent lit, beige cubical and I kept thinking I am going to need strength today.
I’ve felt so weak the past few days, and today is no exception. Getting out of bed has been harder and harder as fatigue from life and/or a bad night’s sleep weigh on me like anchors. I relate with my friend Willow when she says she wakes up and feels stuck. Though mine is not as much physical ailments as it is… well…..sometimes I’m not sure.
So I sit here in this cube filled with pieces of me to make it feel a little more like “home”, my red bound journal sits tucked away on my desk ready to receive the stirrings of my heart. I sip my coffee and tap these keys and whisper my need for strength.
Strength to keep walking & fighting. Strength to be brave. Strength to keep hoping.
I’m not asking for a great allotment but enough to get through the hours of this day.
Tomorrow I’ll ask the same.
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