May 18th, 2019
I’m struggling this weekend.
This isn’t a sympathy post. It’s the opposite, actually, because its intent is to solve its own problem.
My life’s journey right now feels tenuous; like I’m walking on a tightrope of just a few finely-strung muscles. I don’t feel like I’m particularly measuring up to anybody else; on the flip side of that coin, I don’t approve of me comparing myself to everyone else.
But here’s where the post takes a turn. I like me. I like me now, I mean. I didn’t for a long time. But because I like me, I can get through times like these when I don’t feel like I’m doing anything worthwhile or making progress on where I want to be.
I’ve made a lot of changes to myself, and when you do that you start to see what changes and doesn’t change outside of you with terrifying clarity. Liking yourself gives you the power to make decisions that can put you back on the path you want to walk.
But most of all, liking yourself just gives you hope, especially if you’ve ever not. And hope is what beats struggles, and beats helplessness, and beats the hell out of whatever else you have to face.