Raked leaves, baked banana bread and blueberry muffins and then the bottom fell out. Hanging on my my fingertips and someone I don't even know is standing on them. What the fuck. Turn it off, Bridget.
Look on the brightside. You knew it was there, the shadow of inevitability lurking in the corner like a stranger with a streak of familiarity. You know the high points and you know the low ones and nothing was ever gained by crawling under a blanket and pulling it up over your head.
Those people don't go forward and you're not supposed to envy them.
The fortunate turns aren't for the faint of heart and yet the hard parts are all you see.
There is nothing to be gained by standing here hoping they can't see you. The fear isn't going to get you moving this time. It could be worse.
IT'S BEEN WORSE.
Open your eyes. Take a deep breath. Now let go.