I’m not sure what tomorrow looks like, but I know today I have a poetry performance. I know today I have meetings and today my bills are paid. Today I’m going to the gym. Today I’m single as hell, but so in love with my peace. Today I’m cooking something delicious. Today I have reasons to smile and feel good.
I’m turning my feelings into reminders to go home when I’ve had enough of being outside. My feelings will be my triggers to create. What they won’t be is a reason to feel sorry for myself especially when I know I sorry could never define me. Read that again.