I'm full of thoughts lately.
Thoughts of things I can't control.
Thoughts of a survivor and friend lost too soon.
Thoughts of a family member who is hurting.
Thoughts of a disappointing phone call.
Thoughts of someone I love but cannot help.
Sometimes there are so many thoughts, it is paralyzing.
Sometimes the task seems too big. The fight too hard. The words too much.
Then. Then I open up my inbox and find an email waiting with just the right words.
And I know I'll keep writing. Keep speaking. Keep fighting.
"You own everything that happened to you. Tell your stories. If people wanted you to write warmly about them, they should've behaved better." - Anne Lamott
I do the best I can with what I have...and that is okay.
I am okay. And so are you.