Sometimes when it rains, water consumes all.

I found myself saying, "when it rains, it pours" and let's be honest- that ain't always true. Today the rain started when I woke up and I'm literally on a life raft right now hoping to be rescued. Today is hard. For all the reasons. From being disrespected to life updates from a person who reminds me that I'm not actually a part of their life. And I'm trying to hard not to let life make me hard. I've been doing radical work to remain tender at my core. I have tried distracting myself. Even picked up a self-help book because I need some healing. I cooked a sensible dinner, took a long hot shower with candles dancing in the distance. I have tried everything I know to soothe through this day. Everything. Nothing is working. My face is burnt from tears and my eyes are puffy enough to be the life raft that I need. So... to hell with when it rains, it pours, it's more like I can't keep up with the current. I know every storm runs out of rain. I know I'll be fine. And I know I'll have emotional debris to clean up tomorrow after this storm. Be careful when you pray for clarity- shit cuts like a knife. Here's to hoping that the sun will rise and kiss my face through the intentionally left open blinds.