burn

Another day, another struggle, they align on the horizon like patient orphans, waiting for a meal. I sit at the computer, trying to tell stories, but all that comes out is my own inadequacies: I am never enough. 

Back at the drawing board on the porch, I read old books and begin to see new patterns. How everything we do is a muscle to contract, and when the muscle is out of use, we must start from the beginning again. Fewer reps, lower weights, longer breaks. Breathe. A little stretching, a little more fun and games. It wasn't meant to make you cry, only to prove to yourself a little more of what you can do. 

Only to remind yourself how sweet it is to feel your muscles ache,
knowing you have used them for something good.