When I wake up, each day, and a doubt or two crosses my mind, something’s amiss. It doesn’t take long to figure that this calls for me to wear my ‘grown up’ hat.
How much longer? Is it wrong to be worn down by it all? One day after another. Is it wrong to expect things to be any different?
Am I a quitter? Will my confidence stick when the going’s tough? Am I brave enough to do swim against the tide?
Why can’t I hear my own voice? Amidst the yelling and screaming (quite literally) why is the inner silence gnawing? And if it does speak, am I capable of listening?
Tomorrow might just be better. Or it might just take six months.