I have a thing in my chest, feelings, concerns, and fears. I have many thoughts, things to say, things to be sad and or angry about but can’t sort them out. I want to stay positive, happy, and active but it’s hard. It is very hard some days. I wish I could go by not worrying about the state of our country, social issues, the pandemic, the politics. Also, wish I could do more, wish I could fix things by snapping my fingers. To close my eyes, snap my heals and repeat, “There’s no place like home” and bibbidi-bobbidi-boo", all is well in the world.
In many ways, it has been a rough couple of months, or year, and for everyone. It’s okay to not feel okay, as they say.
Why do we fall, sir? So that we can learn to pick ourselves up.
Alfred Pennyworth
