I’m writing this post for me.
Because I need to hear it. Because I need to remember what mornings like this feel like. The kind of mornings where you barely get your eyes open and you’re already thinking about all you don’t yet have. All that somebody else has already been given. Where your heart aches and your head hurts from the racing repetition of running face first again and again… into the proverbial brick wall. Where you lick your wounds and bury your face in your husband’s chest, as fat tear drops spill over your cheeks and leave wall-sized murals on his white t-shirt. And you whisper through inconsolable sobs, “I think I’ve been getting it all wrong.”
It’s those mornings when you feel like giving up. Those mornings when you’ve been putting the last things first so long that you barely even remember what the first things are anymore. Those mornings where it feels like the whole world got together and rehearsed telling you no all at once. In three part harmony.
I need to remember what mornings like this feel like. Because they’re part of the stuff that real life is made of. And what we do with them next is what matters.
So if any of you out there is having a morning just like this….just know that you’re definitely not alone.