Today was the first day since I started this little endeavor that I feel totally blank on what to share. I have been sleeping very poorly and waking up at three am with the most bizarre anxiety. It usually takes me about an hour to settle back in and then I am up at 6ish. There was a time when all I wanted was that ‘get up early and get a rad day going’ ability. There was a time when waking up early was a mythical possibility that I strove for. Sort of.
Today’s tale is about tomorrow. My prayer for tomorrow is that I feel better than today. That my heart feels a little more solid. That my body doesn’t burn with confusion and pain. All I really want to do is unearth the skeletons that live in my soul and exorcise (I almost wrote exercise) the evil shit that haunts me.
I suppose that today’s story is yet unwritten. And I think I need to be ok with that right now.
Bonus Fact: When I was ten I used to steal flowers from peoples gardens and then sell them door to door, in the same neighborhoods that I stole them from.