Not Always Roses

Let me be brutally honest… today is a difficult day.

The sun is shining brightly through the layer of clouds, and the heat deliciously infusing… but internally I’m crashing.

Sleep whispers siren songs to heal all… heal my heavy heart, my fragile condition, and this sleep debt that demands its pound of flesh.

Yesterday was normal, save a pinched nerve that sent me back to the chiropractor to deal with, but today… today is a day to dress as a warrior princess.

A day for sharpened sticks entrenched deeply along the territory of my domain, and wild, unkempt hair… swords displayed at the ready and quivers filled with arrows.

A day to show all that I am fearless and strong in my solidarity, when all I want to do is curl up in a sunbeam on a soft bed made of sheepskin and have my back rubbed, and soft crooned words…

(It’s not always roses.)