No One is Perfect
Today
My
Mind
Is
Jumbled.
Even as I sit outside,
Sipping tea
And hearing the birds,
With the sun lightly shining on my face.
Sometimes I am attached to misery-
Or upset.
Even though I know
It’s ridiculous.
And that at the end
I will laugh at myself-
At the very end I mean.
Sometimes the soup is sticky,
And i just can’t seem to turn on the shower...
Not yet.
So I sit with my tea
And feel justified
In my anger.
While the birds
Look at me knowing I don’t understand how to
Truly
Live
I’m posting this because no one is perfect. Everyone has moments or days where the smiles fail...and even hope wears thin. EVERYONE. I put a lot of pressure on myself in these moments to remember how far I have come. To remember I beat cancer. To remember I am alive!
But sometimes I just have to give myself a break and let myself sit in the soup until the feelings pass. And during this time just try my best not to attach myself or ANY meaning to the thoughts.
It’s just a storm. And the birds are still singing...and the sun is patiently waiting for my gaze to see more clearly...forgiving all my humanness.
No one is perfect.