Help me care today.

Because right now, right here, in this moment…I don’t have it in me.

I’m worn, torn…profoundly sad and tired; and though I have all these ideas of amazing growth and development – for catching up on all the things I’ve let slip, for cleaning up the piles of poo that have been gathering in my garden – right now, right here, in this moment…I just want to stay under the covers, blanketed from the battles I know are ahead of me today.

Help me care about the fight, to have enough good in me to fight.

Because right now, right here, in this moment…I don’t trust myself.

There are so many details to capture, research and evaluate. There’s so much talk and fuss, so much to muck through…so much bitterness, anger and hate. My skin is thinner than ever, and I am more convinced that I’ll make it to the other side of the day using my quilt as armor and my mattress as a shield.

Help me care.
One foot in front of the other.
Walking with wisdom, discernment and the courage to act.

Caring with light + love at the front of me, behind me…heck, all around me.