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| Sandra Saxon Burnsed |
It’s nearly eleven o’clock in the morning, I just got
through editing and publishing a piece I wrote a few days back. Other than that,
I went to sleep early last night feeling cold and icky, even before the game
went off. Last night’s sleep was rough and filled with stress dreams about
being dirty from working all night. With no way to shower or a clean change of
clothes. So I woke up with that same exhausted feeling, with no motivation to
get out of bed.
The story I worked on when I made it to the study was
ironically about having a good morning watching the early morning sky.
Thankfully, I didn’t let my attitude from this morning cloud my earlier
optimistic mood. So now I’m left with my present middle of the month feelings,
of upcoming bills and pure boredom. But as you may have figured out already, I
use you as my priestly confessional. Often telling you my sad tales of chronic
depression and poverty, if for nothing else, to make your own lives seem not as
bad.
Excuse me while I laugh to myself at that statement. But I
was brought up to keep it real. And while many feel that that may be a
dangerous road to walk. I find it healing. Healing in a way that I’m not trying
to lie to myself about how things are. But instead I see my world with my eyes
wide open, so I can assess what I truly need to do to fix it, while not trying
to wish it away. But self-love and compassion also have a lot to do with it as
well. For without those elements in your life, you’re treading a slippery slope
of self-loathing and pain.
#SelfLove #Honesty #KeppingItReal #Forgiveness
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