Rest stop

There are times when writing comes easy, others when it’s a little tougher. One could say that about many things in life. Some days things come easy and others take work. I find this to be true as I walk my way down my path. There are days where I feel like skipping my way down the yellow brick road, singing, enjoying it and the company around me, helping others just going down my merry way. Other days are a drag, I guess to keep the movie reference going, you are happy go lucky and suddenly you get hit in the back of the head with an apple from someone you don’t think could do that, or a person does what they can to sabotage you with their words and flying monkeys, but I digress. Off and on I have found that some days are better than others as far as how things move down the road. Mood, dreams, amount of sleep, bad ADHD flair up or just general overall sick of what’s going on around me, sometimes motivation is hard to come by.  There are some times it stretches where it can last for a few days, but I have noticed that there is always something that finally says, get your ass in gear, you ain’t done yet and we gots to move.

The driving force behind my healing journey as I have mentioned was losing myself over the years to trying to please others. Healing and growing is not easy by any means, it can very much be draining and cause you to have your down days. Sometimes it’s to get you to sit and think, realize the lessons or reasons you are doing what you are doing, other times it’s a little rest stop. A place to step off the path, catch your breath and check out, but, at least for me, it doesn’t last long and there is a call to keep moving. In normal life before my current journey I spent much of my time at the rest stop, sitting and waiting for someone to come along and give me a ride, give me a reason to move. The lethargic days, days where falling asleep on the couch in the middle of the day due to lack of energy. That was the normal, get up and do house work here and there but really no motivation. Do I still have those days, absolutely, but now after a day or so, sometimes even just a few hours, the little voice in my gut and head say, “ alright time to keep moving big fella” instead of fighting it, now I do. This has been one of the biggest and hardest things when I first started. Maintaining the momentum and listening to myself. Now a few years, and a lot of hard work later, it comes much easier. So don’t give up. Don’t be mad for having the down days, use them to sit, think, feel, rest. The road ahead is not always that yellow brick road for skipping and singing, sometimes you rest and others you belly crawl through a swamp. Keep up the hard fight and never stop.