I saw a post on social media.
It said,
“Breathe, darling.
This is just a chapter.
It’s not your whole story.”
I clicked ‘Share’.
Because it was a reminder that I needed to hear today.
And maybe somebody else needed that reminder as well.
It’s not a good day.
My chest feels heavy.
I keep sighing…exhaling these huge breaths
In an attempt to cleanse my insides from whatever’s stuck in there.
Get out.
GET. OUT.
It doesn’t seem to help.
Whatever is making me feel this way…
It’s apparently going to require more.
More than a breath.
Even more than a good night’s sleep, a long walk, or a sweaty workout.
Maybe a combination of those things
Over an extended period of time
With the support of all my ‘people’ -
Maybe THAT will make a difference.
Maybe that will help to ‘un-stick’ the stuck.
I don’t want to keep re-reading this chapter of my story,
Over and over again,
Like a bad novel that I can’t quite get through.
The protagonist is too depressing,
And the plot twists sucked.
I mean, even I could write better than this.
Oh, wait…
It’s my story.
I can write it however I want.