Fortified.
When the Going Gets Tough…

What do I want to do right now? Recover. My body feels as though it deserves a break from what I’ve put it through, & well, I can’t help but concur. Sleeping as I’ve slept? With as little food as I’ve had? Ill as I’ve been? I really don’t deserve all that discomfort. But I’ve put up with it all & come out the other end so I can’t complain too much.
I’m alive; always glad to be. And as bad as things can sometimes get, dead is always worse. Some life is better than none at all… so I pray I’m always this thankful for the few blessings I’m offered.
However, I’m annoyed with myself, for falling victim to my anxieties: why have I avoided writing recently? How is it I’ve let standards slip, having not published two days in a row? It’s almost as though the tasks I’ve set were hard. Only… they’re not.
Speaking the truth should never be difficult. Particularly for someone who’s made a habit of it. In actuality it should be a breeze. Yet here I am, trying to find words to fit the circumstance.
I’m failing… flailing… falling… suffering a commitment shortage where things once easy have slowly become difficult.
Will it last? I can’t say. All I’m truly certain of is that I’ll last longer. I am – and always have been – greater than the issue, and so I will endure. As I’ve always endured.
I’ll do what I must. As well as doing what I want to do to do today, and if doing ‘what I must’ means publishing? Then that’s what I’ll do. I’m not a quitter; I won’t let the situation best me, I will better the situation.
Always.
