I stumble.
Sometimes, I’m weak. I fall. I don’t succeed. I have bad days.
I get frustrated.
Things don’t go my way. Failure to express. Say the wrong things. I know I can do better.
Pause and reflect.
Notebook, pen and quiet. I write. Pen doesn’t lift. Dump it out. Better the page. Clears the mind. I gain perspective.
I accept things as they are.
Imperfect. Uneven. Off-centered. Embrace the sloppiness of life.
The pen lifts.
So does stress.
We try again.