Sometimes it’s hard to find the words to say
I’ll go ahead and say them anyway
Forget your balls and grow a pair of tits…
It’s hard, it’s hard, it’s hard out here for a bitch
Sometimes it’s hard to hear all the advice on how to make your life better. Hard.
Just start, they say. Just move. Just try something. Simply take one step forward. Make small changes. Smile even though your’re sad…
The sky just opened up here, and the rain is falling heavy and hard outside my window. The sound is almost intrusive. I think it feels appropriate for the mood I have been in this week. Gloomy-like. I have lots of things to share, but couldn’t get myself to feel inspired to write about them.
This collage, this post, this. It’s my tiny step forward, next week I’ll take another one.
Collage for me can always be a forward motion, a steppingstone, though sometimes I rather not move.