It doesn’t happen too often, the feeling comes and goes, but some days are harder than others. And that’s okay. Everyday can’t be perfect. Sometimes, though, when I do feel like I’m falling to pieces it’s just tiny pieces a few at a time. Not enough to make me stop or leave me feeling completely broken or lost, but just long enough to take a breath, pick those pieces up again, and keep going.
I keep moving forward. One day, one step, one piece at a time.
I leave you with a haiku, because for some reason I felt like writing one.