When I was young I thought days were infinite. They felt long and drawn out and full of possibility. I don’t remember feeling tired when I was young.
But as I’ve grown older each day feels shorter. More finite. And heavier somehow. Like time is ticking away.
Heaviness feels like a perpetual state lately. And while I don’t want to feel heavy I do. And funny that I can feel heavy and drained all at once.
So I opened my blog and started a post. Because even though I feel heavy and drained and tired and old I refuse to let that stop me from writing. From sharing. From reaching out to you even though our hands or hearts may never actually meet. Because I know you need this too.
When you’re down, someone else is probably down farther. And that gives you the gift of standing in a place where you can lift them up. I look down to you to bring you up here with me. And in doing so you show me how to look up as well. And we all lift each other up and look up together and so on and so on. In this way we are not alone.
When you’re down, there is always up. And that is where you will find me and I will find you.
Hugs.
