Some Days

Some days, I can feel that my spirit craves to write. To share. To put it all out there.

But my mind, anxious and tired, does not have the will, the words simply will not come.

But I am learning that I do not have to force myself to create to know I am creative.

I do not have to doubt my purpose because I need to rest or realign or refocus.

I do not have to be anything other than what I am.

Some days, I am sad.

Some days, I sob until my eyes swell.

Some days, I am anxious.

Some days, I delete more messages than I send.

Some days, I am tired.

Some days, I get off work just to immediately fall asleep on my couch while scrolling my phone with the tv on in the background.

Some days, I fall short. Some days, I let myself down. Some days, I wonder why I push on.

But I do push on. And I will push on. And I am here. And I am worthy. And this is who I am.

And who I am looks different moment by moment, year by year, and I am learning to accept who I am.

In every moment. In every circumstance.

In the midst of every difficult day.

I am who I am.

I am whole. I am here. I am worthy.

I am alive.

And as long as I am alive, there will again be days where I thrive.

And there will again be days where I feel connected to spirit.

There will again be days where love leads.

There will again be days where I feel passionate. There will again be days where I write with abandon and without anxiety.

There will again be days where I create.

But until that some day,

I will sit in acceptance.

This is who I am today.

And who I am today is many things.

And I am whole. And I am here. And I am worthy.

I am who I am.