Sometimes it’s in these moments here where I honestly don’t know how much longer I’m going to last doing this. I’m more misunderstood than understood. I’m more half empty than half full. It seems that there are never enough minutes in the day and my cheering section has moved to a different field. I keep swimming. I keep flying. I keep making promises that are getting harder and harder to keep. Not with just others, but with myself as well. I’m alone on this battle. I admit it. I know God is close by. But I also know he has much more pressing matters than my little speck of dust. So I will love perpetually from afar as I always have. But know that I have no one but a shadow to walk with me. I get it. I really do.
And with that…
… I go in search of an apron to work another shift.