These Things Just Come and Go

     I've been struggling lately. Struggling to create blog post in any way, shape, or form of a regular or semi-regular basis. Struggling to even write this blog post. Struggling to put up with my daily migraines. Struggling to finish the small loose-end tasks to finally be ready to open for business. Struggling to depend solely on God's strength and not my own. 

     I like to think of myself as a semi-private person. You won't ever see me on a reality TV show, and yet here I am broadcasting my life to the world—that’s where the “semi” part comes in. I'm normally pretty reserved and I could definitely use a few more years honing the art of small talk—and in my wildest dream, wittiness. Most of all, I'm just a proud human being who doesn't like for other people to see her struggling, failing, and being anything but perfect.  However, I think I want to break the silence, admit my defeat, and start moving forward. 

     I originally restarted this blog a little over a year ago with the idea that maybe other people who have migraines can take my journey and learn from it. I never openly shared this idea because I didn’t think I really had much of a journey to follow.  I get migraines, end of story.  I am so super over posts about how my day has been.  I can already tell you how things probably went:  I had a migraine; it hurt; I tried to be productive but all I really wanted to do was sleep/lay down. 

     So now what? How do I change the conversation? How do you say "Body, you're going to be nice to me today!"? 

     Maybe you do it one step at a time. One song at a time. One verse at a time. 

     Maybe even the jaded can try their hand at optimism. 

Today:  I'm dreaming up some mini-projects to change the conversation.

Title: "Magic Touch" by Golden Silvers