Sometimes I feel like a friggin’ superhero.
But sometimes I feel beat down, exhausted, defeated.
(Note, still a superhero, but maybe one hoping for a break.)
Sometimes things are a bit too much for me to handle on my own. Sometimes I don’t want to be the strong one, the brave one, the independent one.
Sometimes I wish I had a me in my life. The last week has been one of those times.
Then I think about how much stronger (physically and otherwise) I become when I face things alone and get through them. I think about what I learned, especially what my mistakes taught me.
I think about the learning I would have missed out on had I given up because it seemed too hard. I think about the people who would love to have my life, including my ‘problems‘.
Those thoughts recharge and empower me, so I brush off my superhero costume and boldly face whatever is coming next.