i realized something about myself over the weekend,
and apparently it applies emotionally too…

foxhole,
a friend of mine asked me today:

“what does your healing look like?”

i thought it was a good question.
my healing looks like…

i lied.
yup,
i liedddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddd…

have you ever noticed how life seems to get the loudest right before the home stretch?
for the last few months,
i’ve been counting down the days until i could finally have my own space again.
a mix of anxious but excited energy flowing through me.
i kept telling myself:

“just make it to the finish line.”
you’re almost there.”

and time went by quick but well:

the finish line decided to move.

and Foxhole,
it has me BEYOND exhausted…

yesterday at work,
there was a disgruntled customer causing chaos.
here i was,
almost late AF,
and my boss wasn’t even there.

they hired someone new and today was their crash course.
so when i walked in,
almost passing out from the humidity,
and i’m approached with panic.
so i put my shit down,
clocked in,
and went to deal with whatever was going on…

Foxhole,
we are officially on the home stretch.
after months of bullshit,
stress,
uncertainty,
and wondering if life was ever going to stop throwing punches…

i’m almost there.

in about two weeks,
i’ll be back in my own space again.
i thought i’d be counting down the days.
i thought i’d be crying tears of joy.
i thought i’d be decorating in my head every night before i went to sleep but…