Oof, Some Days
So. Some days, your back hurts.
Some days, it's not your back that hurts, but the hurting back still hurts you.
Some days, your back stretches tall and you feel invincible.
Some days, you stand and walk and bend over and your back feels okay.
Some days, you can only hang on, hoping for a stretch of sunny days to make you feel foolish for taking a jacket.
Some days are all about waiting, but not passively--resting while you wait, readying yourself to grow again.
Like this.
Some days are for blooming.
Some days, it's not your back that hurts, but the hurting back still hurts you.
Some days, your back stretches tall and you feel invincible.
Some days, you stand and walk and bend over and your back feels okay.
Some days, you can only hang on, hoping for a stretch of sunny days to make you feel foolish for taking a jacket.
Some days are all about waiting, but not passively--resting while you wait, readying yourself to grow again.
Like this.
Some days are for blooming.