These Words
1 min readMay 28, 2016
Some days, the words just don’t come easily. A lot of my writing is similar. Soul play, life play, heart play. But it doesn’t get old to me.
That play never gets old, as we all must choose to do it every single day. But while the play continues to happen, the words simply do not come sometimes.
Today is one of those days. I’m a jumble of emotions and sorting through my words isn’t exactly at the top of my priority list. But I’m here anyway. Because I made a vow to myself to write every day for thirty days. So I show up for myself. Because if I can’t show up for myself, who can I show up for?
These words don’t come easily to me today. But I press on.
