Fizz. My brain feels fogged up. Maybe I’ve had too much time alone to think. Maybe all I’ve done is contemplate a dream and feel farther from it the harder I push forward—like a punching bag that swings back with more force upon every jab. I sit and wonder why I could never find the balance. Maybe I haven’t punched enough, maybe I’m pounding at the wrong door. Every earned resource is a chance for someone else to take advantage and leaves me once again empty-handed. Again telling myself it’s another learned lesson but asking God when the testing stops. When do I finally get it, or do I ever? Have I got it all along?
Thank y’all for reading this piece. It’s a tough time being locked in for an extrovert like me. I don’t like being alone and this season has given me too much time to think. I know I must not be the only one. Hang in there and stay safe guys. We’ll come out of this stronger. Also please talk to me in the comments below loves!