I got home from work tonight, laid down on top of my bed in the fetal position, and wished that I could release the tears that felt as though they’d been welling most of the afternoon. Instead, I sighed, straightened, and quickly got up to face laundry, dishes, and cooking.
I want to find a way to make peace with myself.
I want to take some of the pressure off. I want to stop trying so hard to be anything and just let myself be for a while.
Work is hard right now. It’s really, really hard.
Tomorrow I want to laugh more than I did today.
Someday soon I want to cry.