I often feel like my boot is stuck in the mud.
I can’t seem to wiggle it free so I stand there. I usually start to cry. I know I can step out of my boot and be free, muddy but free, but I want my boot, both of them and I want to be walking freely.
It is the reminder that THIS is temporary usually (yes I said usually) gets me through. Knowing that the situation I am in WILL pass and the grey skies will part and the “sun will come out tomorrow” as the song goes.
As hard as it is on days like today, and yesterday and the two months preceding those dates, I am going to put one foot in front of the other and keep going.
In my mind, the keep going forward is the only choice we have.