Low Lights

It was one of those days.

I almost cried.  And would that have been the worst thing?  No.

I felt as if what I do, what I have been toiling at over the last 6 weeks was for not.  Spitting into the wind.  Standing alone with the world’s weight on my shoulders.  A failure.

How could we be having this discussion today?  The very necessity of it means that other conversations were not heard, allowed in or digested fully. It means we weren’t working in concert so much as parallel.  It leaves me tired and cold standing alone.  Bruised.

Next sleep, perspective and renewal (hopefully).