But to Be Free

Today was a hard day.
After a weekend full of "busyness"
I couldn't even muster up the mental or physical energy
To get out of bed.
Grief is hard. 
But I'm still here
And this is my 14th blog of the year!

That's right! I set a goal on January 8th to blog
for 365 days and I haven't missed one day!
Sometimes the entry got posted late
but it got posted, okay!

Cheers!πŸŽ‰πŸŽ‰πŸŽ‰

I'm celebrating the small victories in 2018.
I deserve to.
I cried on Monday.
And then again on Thursday night 
into Friday morning.

I miss elements of my past so much.
It's painful even though I know
God is growing me in this season.
The tears came.
Snotty nose, wailing cries
Convulsing body parts--
Everything.

So I write.

I write because
"Everyday
something has tried to kill me
and has failed."
- Lucille Clifton
I write because
Healing is but
a word away.

I write because

I have no choice

But to be free.

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