Opening a page from an old book, I’m surprised to see how full of optimism and hope I had a year ago. I had the desire and inspiration. We were mere babies a year ago!

Here I am- feeling warmth from the holiday lights, and the seeping cold of the heart.

Where did this bitterness come from. Why do I so often feel helpless and stuck. Short fused.

I’m doing all the same things, but lost the color.

I try to better others. Am I considering myself? Time for some humility.

However I move, thrash around to move forward.

Deep breaths, murmur the four agreements.

Always do your best
Don’t take it personally
Be impeccable with your word
Don’t make assumptions

Not everything is a perfect answer or connected thoughts.

Thanks to the perfect timing for this week’s prompt: Damaged