Wednesday, May 24, 2017
bending my reality
I write so many fantastic posts in my head.
While I'm driving.
While I'm walking in nature.
While I'm daydreaming in a meeting.
As I'm falling asleep.
When I'm in the shower.
When I'm lying in misery with a migraine.
And then I get back to a place to write them down, and they're gone. I sort of have the gist of it but lose the magical syntax. Or I lose the nerve to say some of these things (out loud) in public. Or I think who really gives a fuck what I have to say. Some days I get discouraged and want to give up. What's the point?
But then my hubris kicks in, and I think maybe I can be an inspiration for just one person. So I keep going. Because, let's be honest, the alternative sucks, too.
In my mind, I'm a fabulous conveyor of ideas and emotions. In my mind, I'm a role model for resiliency. In reality, I'm neither.
Until I bend my reality to fit what I want. In my reality, I'm the best version of me. And you're the best version of you. You're welcome!