I was afraid and spiraling.
I wore sweatpants
I took an hour long nap.
I sat looking at digital coupons,
Instead of doing any work.
Was I falling back into “Lazy habits?”
It felt like it,
But no.
I was sick
And healing is a hard job.
As true as that is,
As early as I am up writing this,
Even though I cannot change yesterday,
It is still hard to believe in myself.
I am a writer with an extremely active imagination. I love learning answers to questions and what makes everything and everyone tick. I am a "Unique case, medically" if nothing else. I am flawed in my extreme aversion to failure (even when "success" isn't good for me,) but have come a long way in ditching the perfectionist mindset. I like people whose default setting toward others is compassion, an open mind, and honesty View more posts
