Today I am struggling…for no reason.
I woke up fine, got my daily motivation, and just want to cry.
Every day is not a good day. I am doing the best I can to just get through this day. I am putting everything I have into my work and my self, trying to pick up the pieces, trying to dry the tears before the salt stains are tattooed to my cheeks, before anyone notices the streaks.
It’s part of life to have a bad day. But just because it’s a bad day, doesn’t mean it’s a bad life. Time to wash my face and get moving forward.