You've seen the "pick your hard" memes. "Losing weight is hard." "Leaving your comfort zone is hard." "Being broke is hard." "Change is hard."
PICK YOUR HARD.
*clears throat*
Attention! Guess what? Everything lately is fucking hard. Grocery prices are at a heinous high. The electric company here is raising rates to cover THEIR shortcomings, and it's making living even harder for those on a tight budget. Have heat or food during the winter? Thanksgiving? Nice thought. Christmas? Hardly. If all you can afford is pasta and cheap meat, if that, to feed your family, then nutrition is going to take a slide. If you're working your ass off twelve hours a day to come home, eat, sleep, and do it all over again, guess what? Working out in any way, shape, or form isn't happening.
My hard right now is waking up with chronic pain, taking my short ass to my laptop, and working on writing I believe in. I've finished two books since retiring. Still receiving queries back from my first one. And it's hard. Hard to keep going even though I believe in myself and what I do with no encouragement from anyone but myself. Belief in myself. That's my hard. Some days I feel like bawling. Period. Not that I lose faith in myself. Not that. More of feeling I'm rowing this boat alone, and my damn arms are so tired.
Dear ones. I know you're tired. I see you. I feel you. You don't have to "pick" your hard. I have a feeling you have enough hard without needing a multiple choice. If you need to visit a food bank, please do. I worked full-time at one job, and when Thanksgiving rolled around, they delivered one of their Thanksgiving meals to me. Slightly embarrassed but so thankful. Look into programs that help with utilities and/or rent. Enroll in WIC, if applicable. If you don't have Internet, go to your local library and sign up for a card. They have computers you can use if you don't have one at home. Also, they have free wi-fi. Look into acquiring a free phone from the government. But please, don't give up. 💗
I'm off to tap around and work on Canary 2: DD. It's 65 in the house. We don't want to turn on the heater yet. I have my Grandma Newhouse's blanket around my shoulders and a head full of thoughts. Take care of yourselves.
Always writing*
