Doing The Right Thing…

When you don’t want to.

When you can’t face shit because it hurts.

When you so desperately want to keep your feet on the ground, but you know you need to fly.

When you know that the next right thing to do, will fucking destroy you.

When showing up scared, trumps not showing up.

Doing the right thing sucks. It’s hard and messy and mostly just sad for me…

BUT

Here I go. I don’t want to get on this plane. I know when my feet land in Ohio, I will have to face shit that’s going to hurt. I know that the next right thing to do is going to fucking destroy me.

BUT

Showing up scared, trumps not showing up.

When I can’t make sense of my world and I need someone to set my shit straight, Bria is my go to girl. When I am digging my heels in and can’t face my shit, I call Sarah.

When I tell Bria I’m not going to make it through this shit, she tells me ‘there is no one more capable.’

When I tell Sarah, I can’t do this alone, she lets me know I don’t have to.

I have a lot of unknowns riding on this trip, but what I’m sure about is this:

I have a best friend sending me off, and a best friend collecting the pieces when I land. Switch, flip, reverse on the flight home.

Doing the right thing is going to be hard, but I’ve got my bookend best friends helping me navigate the suck. And that? That’s all that matters. I am going to be okay because I’m strong as fuck, but also? I’m going to be okay because my best friends are stepping in to make sure I am.

I can do this. I’m not alone. Neither are you.

The Only Way Out Is Through

… and the only way through it is to DO it.

Until Next Time,

~A

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