It’s strange: life choices.
I was always a believer in three types of choices: good, bad and just regular choices. I’m at the tage now where things have to change. There’s nothing overwhelming wrong. In retro-spect it’s more of ‘what’s not right’ instead of ‘what’s actually wrong.”
Sadly, this takes strength, courage and a certain amount of energy. I have to the last one I’m severely lacking and to aggravate things I’m plagued by self doubt. It’s frustating getting knocked down enough times just to realize that you might as well stay down. I’ve never been good at giving up but eventually it becomes so long since you’ve ‘won’ you being to doubt if the process is even possible.
I can be something beautiful and get back on my feet and fight the good fight. However, at one point does one simply say, ” I need a rest from everything including myself?”
