Manic Mondays: The Woe Cycle
Ever since my hand started acting up almost three months ago, the writing has dragged from missing one week to missing almost two months; give or take. I've missed it. Of course this is not new to me. I always miss what I love the most, and writing is that thing that keeps me going.
When I stop that, I kind of just stop all together. I guess it's true what they say about loving something so much it is never actual work. Like the musician loves to play, the writer loves to write; jotting words down on whatever they can get their hands on. For me, that is why I do what I do, whenever I can.
It's been a long couple of months of feeling completely sorry for myself for no known or acceptable reason. I stopped working out entirely, gained all the weight back that I fought to lose, and then got a little blue about it all.
Even though my right hand is my dominant hand, my left hand is the one I use the most and when I can't really use one, it really fucking sucks.
Any way, enough with the woe is me crap. My birthday is two days away and for the first time EVER, I am not making a huge deal about it. I've come to learn, which will be what my post tomorrow night is all about, so many things about life. Making my birthday a big obstacle is not for me anymore, though I don't think it ever has been.
I will spend it with the one man I love more than anything and a few great friends I've been ever so lucky to find. I will miss my mom and brother and sister, and my guy's parents as well, but having them in my life is all that matters.
Today was definitely a manic day, my Tuesday if you will. I began a new job almost a month ago and am finally getting used to the newness of it all. Change. It's there for a reason. And the only thing you can do is make the most of it; take it for all that it is.
Sometimes life just is a big ball of what the fucks, but if it weren't, how boring would that be? How would be grow and learn? How would we fight for what we want? That's the most beautiful thing about life too. It is what it is, and that is imperfectly perfect.
No matter how "manic" things can feel or seem at times, I rest easy, truly, because I know just how much I have to be grateful for. I know just how much I matter. That will ALWAYS be enough.
When I stop that, I kind of just stop all together. I guess it's true what they say about loving something so much it is never actual work. Like the musician loves to play, the writer loves to write; jotting words down on whatever they can get their hands on. For me, that is why I do what I do, whenever I can.
It's been a long couple of months of feeling completely sorry for myself for no known or acceptable reason. I stopped working out entirely, gained all the weight back that I fought to lose, and then got a little blue about it all.
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Any way, enough with the woe is me crap. My birthday is two days away and for the first time EVER, I am not making a huge deal about it. I've come to learn, which will be what my post tomorrow night is all about, so many things about life. Making my birthday a big obstacle is not for me anymore, though I don't think it ever has been.
I will spend it with the one man I love more than anything and a few great friends I've been ever so lucky to find. I will miss my mom and brother and sister, and my guy's parents as well, but having them in my life is all that matters.
Today was definitely a manic day, my Tuesday if you will. I began a new job almost a month ago and am finally getting used to the newness of it all. Change. It's there for a reason. And the only thing you can do is make the most of it; take it for all that it is.
Sometimes life just is a big ball of what the fucks, but if it weren't, how boring would that be? How would be grow and learn? How would we fight for what we want? That's the most beautiful thing about life too. It is what it is, and that is imperfectly perfect.
No matter how "manic" things can feel or seem at times, I rest easy, truly, because I know just how much I have to be grateful for. I know just how much I matter. That will ALWAYS be enough.
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