I woke up one day and actually did all the things i wanted to do like exercise and eat healthy… journal and cleaned my house. What a miracle that’d be. In a perfect world right?
I do good with what i have though… i need to give myself some credit. I go to work … I’m raising children on my own… and i struggle to frankly stay alive some days with scary thoughts. I’m a bad ass damn it and tonight I’m happy to be. Forget the what ifs.