One Day I Woke Up..

One day I woke up, tired. Tired of living a constant facade with slivers of the real me shining through at times. Tired of living my life for those around me. Tired of putting on a face every day that I did not recognize in the mirror.

My wellbeing needed to be considered.

Thrive.

Tackle.

Accept the life I wanted and was soulfully screaming for.

One day I woke up, ready. Ready for the six-hour drive south after six months of planning. Ready for the apartment lined up for my four-legged companions and me. Ready to follow my passion.

Hearing I was brave although; that was not my word of choice.

Restored.

Reposeful.

The life I wanted summoning me forward.

One day I woke up, determined. Determined to keep a roof over my head and utilities turned on. Determined to have a better life. Determined not to fail myself.

Opportunity knocked to put myself in a better place.

Driven.

Dependable.

Nailed it.

One day I woke up, anxious. Anxious that time frames were being pushed. Anxious with my previous disregard for the now present me. Anxious over inevitable discussions.

I had set myself up.

Affirmation.

Advancement.

Make myself a priority again.

Today I woke up, hopeful. Hopeful that the smile will stay on my face.

Hopeful of the visions and paths I have as options in my future. Hopeful I will use lessons learned for future decisions.

I am who I have always been, yet a completely different person.

Honest.

Humble.

Knowing I will never be done.

I am tired, appreciatively, after a day of working towards my dreams.

I am ready, anticipatingly, for the obstacles that I have yet to overcome.

I am determined, achievably, to be the best version of myself.

I’m anxious, appropriately, to see where present decisions lead me.

I am hopeful, assuredly, I will continue to grow every day I wake up.