Today is one of those days where I want to run away, hide, scream, cry, give up.
But I’m tired of feeling overwhelmed. I want to do it differently. Like 880 freeway differently. Like why did I get this tattoo if I was just going to be beaten down by every tiny dilemma that comes my way. Even if there are fourteen of them and they are all coming at me at once.
I sit with the feelings, keep my eyes and heart open to love and meaning.
It’s really freakin’ hard.