Sticky Glue

It’s like sticky glue. Or that feeling of heavy sunscreen on your skin.

Or gum on the bottom of your shoe.

I was feeling so possible last night.

I can do this. This will work. I see where I am going. I can see what I need to do to get there.

But this morning. The familiar heaviness, stickiness is there.

The accompanying thoughts of why I can’t and won’t make it. The thoughts of why everyone else can make it but not me.

It stops me doing the things that I know are good for me - I mean what’s the point?

It only sees how it can go wrong. It only sees how I have to compromise. It only sees how I can’t have what I want.