Today I sat my desk near tears… I don’t know why, but it was an extension of the night before…again I don’t know why. Sometimes things just pile up and pile up and you just reach your breaking point.
I was emailing my friend Lauren at work because… thats what we do. And Lauren brought up a great point about how bloggers never really blog about the shitty things going on in their lives. They mostly talk about stuff that makes them look cool and interesting. Yes of course there are exceptions to this, but more often then not people only show you what they want you to see. Which brings us to this blog. I do not consider myself to be some great blogger. I do not have thousands of readers, but as with all my blogs I’m hoping that my openness and honesty will at the very least inspire other people to do the same.
Basically what I want to say in the blog is this: Everyday of life is a battle between you and the world. Some days you win and some days the world wins, but just because the world wins a few battles doesn’t mean it has won the war.
But what does this mean? It means sometimes you have to brave and power through the hard stuff and get shit done…and sometimes you have to retreat. Sometimes you have to take out the white flag and wave it around.
This may sound cliche, but sometimes a good cry really does the trick. Ok I know that sounds like a terribly un-feminist thing to say, but think of it as a emotional cleansing, a purging if you will. Sometimes you have to tear down your walls in order to rebuild yourself. ( I know I just switched metaphors but it’s true.)
We weren’t meant to be strong all the time. And weren’t meant to be happy all the time. Most days when I’m stressed out I tell myself things will get better. That the bad wont last forever. On most days I manage to make myself believe it. On other days, like today, I rely on others to convince me and I make every effort to believe them. Until finally, I do.