There are words swirling, fumbling around so fast they are tripping over themselves and crashing into the people I'm allowing to take up residence in the dark corners.
I need to kick those people out. I know this, but saying it is easier than doing it.
I've been trying to piece together a few of those words. They belong together and they should be BOLD and flashing and prominent.
Don't write checks that pay for your own misery.
I believe in the words, but they are flittering just out of my grasp. I can't seem to pull them close to my heart.
The people in the dark corners won't leave until I stop writing checks that pay for my own misery.
While I fumble trying to find my way out of the darkness, I struggle to focus. I struggle to write checks that pay for my own happiness. I need to grab her hand and walk outside and just sit. Just be.
I need to swim in her eyes and dive so deep that I'm only surrounded by the things that are right. The things that matter. The things that are happy.
I can't change The Now, but I can write the checks that pay for a better tomorrow.