You get home from work, weary to your bones.
And you still get up and cook a dinner
and get the homework done
and prep it all for the next day.
You might also be the major breadwinner,
so you’re out from 6 in the morning ’til 8 at night;
you are a miracle for even listening to how everyone’s day went.
Or you’ve been playing with your little people all day,
and, good god, all you want is to take a break and talk in big people words.
You’re doing the project at work.
And handling all the emotional BS that goes along with it.
You’re listening to friends and family.
And trying to listen to yourself, too.
You’re tired of the crazy world we live in.
But you keep going, because how else will things get better?
You deal with the ex or the boss or the haters.
And you keep going.
You plan that special thing for your partner or friend.
It’s a labor of love, but it’s still labor.
You’re a fighter, woman.
A real, true fighter.
And I bet you’re tired.
Tired in body, mind, and soul.
Here is what I can give you today.
I will tell you that I love you.
I love you and all your hard work.
I love that you try hard each day, and try hard again the next.
I love you for all that you do with your precious life energy.
I can tell you that you are amazing.
Look at what you do each day, who you are!
You are a miracle.
This is the truth.
And I can give you permission.
To take the night off.
[No one will die if there are not enough dishes for breakfast.]
To give yourself five minutes on the bed to cry.
To take a long bath.
To let go of that stupid person on FB.
[I know you’re trying to be nice, but just let them go. They’re not worth the energy.]
To get take out one more time this week.
I can give you permission to take off the armor, just for a while, and let someone else do it.
[It’s a terrible fact, but if you died tomorrow, they would do all the things. They can do it tonight, too.]
I give you permission to take off your armor, just for a while, and let someone love you. Because you’re worth it. Because they probably want to love you just as much as you want to be loved.
I can give you permission to sit this round out and let Life punch the air for a while, dear fighter.
Just for now, let your self off the hook.
Let yourself have five minutes.
Let yourself rest.
Letting the scars and flesh heal is the only way to be able to move again tomorrow.
I love you, dear warriors of the everyday. I love you big.
Joanna :: xoxo