Do you ever just feel like a broken down tree? A feeling that you have weathered all the storms there could possibly be and still stood strong. That you have stood while so many of your brethren have fallin?
Oh man, today I felt like this tree. Like everything I tried to do fought against me, tired, worn down, and even a little broken but still I let my roots hold tight. It is so easy for me to sink into a world of "could have, should have, woulda been, if only." and it takes all of my strength to not fall. Everything I had planned today, scheduled day did not go as planned. From meetings with family, to school conferences, picking up my dad at the hospital, getting dinner, making it to Staples, editing, editing, editing, all with a small little voice in the back of my head whispering "don't fuck up. They're depending on you. Oops you missed that. Fix this."  I'm ready for a hug, and in five more weeks I'll get it.