Tonight, I have to be thankful for the former even when the latter puts me under the table. At least on Monday, I had an old fight to me. I had purpose. I had a glimmer of "whose gonna stop me". So, I wrote it down. Maybe I'll re-read it one day and it will be instructive. Maybe it will point to how far we have come. Today, it just hurts.
The thing about taking this one day at a time is when we make it through a day, our reward is getting to do it all over again. That harsh reality can quietly suffocate us. We have to step backwards and just think about breathing. Hopefully, by naming this paradox tonight, we won't have to think about breathing tomorrow.
I prefer the glimmer. She would prefer the glimmer,
and she would be playing a red tambourine.