Whiplash

Life happens… fast. Some days I feel like I’m keeping up with the pace, but most days? Not so much.

I feel like everyone around me is cruising around, changing lanes without using their mother flapping turn signals, and I’m just bringing up the rear trying to find a place to fucking pull over.

The catch?

I can’t pull over. I have to just keep driving. Even if I’m losing. Even when I have no freaking idea where I’m going. I just keep trying to navigate some sort of way forward. Sometimes I knock this shit right outta the park. More times than not though, I feel like I’m failing. It’s such a bitch to always be the very hardest person on yourself. I’ve mastered that… so now I’ve been trying to flip my own script.

My new catch?

If I’m failing, at least I’m failing forward.

The whiplash that I’m finally learning to be okay with is this, I am going to fail. I am going to let people down. I am going to fuck up. I am not perfect, and all of that is okay.

Until next time,

~A