Day 14: 10 Photos on 10 past the Hour

Day 14 of Blogember brings me to a topic I don't fully understand or likely have the capacity today to complete.

Today I'm struggling. I physically don't feel good. The pain in my right hip is nagging. I stretch, on the floor, several times a day to re-adjust that area. I'm feeling weepy and overwhelmed.

The need to focus on the positive is feeling out of reach. I say a prayer. I ask for help. I remind myself that 'great moments are born from great opportunity'. And this seems like one of them.

It's okay to cry. It's okay to be in pain and acknowledge the pain. Suffering is part of the process. It reminds us what the goodness feels like. It's always darkest, just before dawn … and it's feeling like exactly that moment -- for the last 28 hours at least.

So I breathe. And pray. And breathe some more. Stretch. Relax. Breathe. And remember that I love with my whole heart, and often in return feel the same.

Tomorrow is another day … and it will be better.

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