obstinance
I begin each morning with the weight of my dreams holding my under-eyes captive.
The struggle to leave the warmth of blankets to the frigid air of December is an inevitable, indefinite battle.
Once I find courage, I’m met with my destiny: two supplements compounded by vitamin D and saffron for happiness, two supplements for tranquility, another for energy, one of pro- and prebiotics, and another two for the benefit of my womanhood.
Most mornings, I am met with the sunshine and a cup of coffee as I try to understand myself through pen and paper.
Today, I took photographs of the flowers as I remembered how fragile life is, and how beautiful it can be when you drink the rain you are given on days of such challenge and embrace the light on days of ease.
Lately, I’ve been neglecting both.
The heart is desperate and mine is sick.
The sun is out today, both externally and internally, and I know what I must do — truthfully, deep down, I know I want it too — but I meant it when I said that I was stubborn.
Perhaps when I overcome this, will I blossom once more.
