I know how hard it is, some days, to get out of bed. I know how hard it is, some days, to find the point, to find the floor, to find the clothing in which to dress this poor animal in for another day.
But think of it this way. We need you. We need your talents, your gifts, your unique battles and victories. This is why you're here. You're a warrior. Maybe you're a peaceful warrior, a brainy warrior, a crafty warrior, a warrior-artist.
Define yourself. Be grand.
Then get up.
Dress for the part.
Be here. Be wild. Become the force you were born to become.
Most of the time, I feel pretty broken, disjointed, held together with chewing-gum and old Christmas ribbons. But I wonder if that's just the way of it? Our world now is much the same--glossed over with this very visible plastic-y sealant via social media.
(But don't let yourself be fooled into thinking that kind of glossiness only exists in our time--think back to the 1950's ideal-housewife-family scenario...that was Facebook live).
But! To the point. So, are these cracks worth plastering over? Shouldn't we just highlight them? Show them off to the world?
Or just crumble, erode away and wait for the weather to shift and for a new structure to emerge?