I’ve been working on a post. My first one in a long while. I’ve rewritten it a few times… and I just can’t seem to get it right. Here’s the thing, I stopped posting for a while because I kept thinking that tomorrow would be a better day. Tomorrow, I’d feel better. Tomorrow, the scale would tell me that I’d finally lost some weight. Tomorrow, I’d wake up with energy, clarity, passion and a head full of ideas.
But those good tomorrows never came. Each day seemed a lot like the last. It’s been a struggle. And as frustrated as I’ve been with myself (how dare my body do this to me?)I haven’t given up hope. Hope that things would improve and I’d be me again. Whatever that means.
I’ve been living in the wrong tense. Hope is a poor substitute for joy. I need to do better. #thatisallNo tags for this post.