Sometimes I forget how strong I really am or how amazing my friends really are or how much forgiveness really does alleviate stress.
Sometimes I forget that thinking of what I’m grateful for helps, or that helping someone else who needs it has a way of making me feel better or that my opinions matter, whether people agree with them or not.
I even forget that even when I’m down and I feel like I’m about to hit a rock bottom, life has a way of swinging back in the right direction or that my future is completely in my control or that being weak is actually a strength.
I forget that some people are limited in what they can offer me, but that doesn’t mean they aren’t giving me their all.
I forget little things like birthdays, names, anniversaries and due dates. I forget big things like taking medication, how to breathe through a panic attack, and that I am loved.
I forget that it’s okay to sometimes feel the sting of a breakup years later, to want mommy and daddy to be proud of me even if I doubt it’ll ever be shown in a way in which I believe it. I forget to believe in myself. I forget to set my alarm. I forget to set the coffee pot at night. I forget to answer e-mails. I forget to write checks. I forget how good I feel when I get dressed up. I forget how amazing it feels to laugh.
I forget that every blog post doesn’t have to be 500 words, or appeal to the masses or be what other people want to read. I forget that sometimes I just need to blog or write (or not blog or write) for myself. It might not make sense to you, and you might not understand what I’m saying or why I’m saying it. I forget where I was going with this part…
But through it all, I remember to keep on moving. No matter what. To keep swimming, even if it feels like I’m treading water.
