I start my day the same way I end it
Reflecting and preparing
I believe when a day begins it is a chance to start fresh with a new perspective
I am struggling, overwhelmed by the chaos we accept to live in our lives, it hurts.
With every sip of coffee I believed that today would be the day I change my own shitty circumstances.
Unfortunately, it seems that it was only the caffeine talking.
I just keep telling myself "Someday"
That day couldn't arrive soon enough
Slipping back into the moment I sighed, Disappointed with myself
The sun broke through clouds
My morning suddenly became humid, but not so much that it was intolerable. Instead the bright sky only served as a reminder of what courage looks like.