This how how we’re made, forged in experience and tested every moment. Do I bend or do I break?
I’m so tired of bending, of flexing muscles that feel stretched beyond what should be required of them. But I don’t want to break and so I push a little harder, a little further, leaning into the experiences of those before me, understanding that what I’m facing doesn’t compare in many ways. If they made it, so can I.
One more day, one more hour, one more breath.
One foot in front of the other.
One word, and then another.
You’ve got this.