I sit on a precipice.

But even that language proves a point.

This sense that I need to face it head on. To do battle. And win.

Like it’s a do or die moment.

When really, it needs loving kindness.

To go at my pace. The pace I set. The pace that changes as needed.

The push. Find the hurt. Find the hard part.

Seek intensity. If it’s not intense it’s not worth it.

-Talking from a part