Moving Forward

Okay, I admit it. Some days aren't worth talking about. I look back and cringe at what I ate or drank or did or said. AGAIN. I mean, really. I know better how I'm SUPPOSED to be. How I've determined I'd be. Then, low and behold, I do it again. That thing that makes me feel like a failure or worthless or ugly or mean. Know what I mean?

So I had one of those kind of weekends. I woke up this morning remembering all my failures and pulled the covers back over my head willing the day to retreat. After about an hour of this fruitless action, I steeled myself to do something different. I got a cup of coffee and my art basket and climbed back into bed where I often work on my art journal. There is something safe for me about fluffy pillows and comforters. I then began to process the rotten choices I'd made and how I would deal with them and myself today.

I realized as I added words and color to the page that even though I had taken 2 steps forward and one step back, I had still made some forward motion. And I would continue moving. Either forward or back. Grabbing my journal and doing something, ANYTHING, is for me a step forward. Embracing the parts of me that want to go backward is a step forward. If I make these kinds of choices now, a year from now I will have added a lot of forward steps to my journey.

And so will you, sweet friends. So our days won't always sparkle like diamonds. Some days are destined for the mud puddles. But you know how to get up, brush yourself off and take another step. I know you do. I believe in you more than you know.
And I love you. Bunches.