Each day 

As a human I’m continuously growing and changing. I’m becoming the person I’ll be for the rest of my life. Good,bad,or indifferent I’ll be who I’ll be forever on this planet 🌎. The things I’ll see or the things I’ve seen depending on the day. ~Because you never know what day is your day 🙏🏼. ~ Those things will take their part into my being. Into my vessel into my soul and I’ll carry those with me forever. But by carrying those things I too get short sighted. I sometimes become too fragile to break. That hardcore exterior makes me miss out on certain things… people… places…because I’m either to weak to try or too oblivious to care….honestly speaking I never know which.

All I can do is try. Try to move on…try to get going…try to be more and as we all chase the try to get more. I don’t want to miss out on the try to love more. I want to love MY environment. My own daily peace of the pie. The people I share my life with my dreams with my goals with. My struggles with…. I want to love them more. Sometimes you don’t always know how…

Even with that…My life is its own open book filled with tummy exercises and mommy issues. With Man problems and family kinks. With yoga as therapy and a pen and a pad. It’s so intricate and delicate in the strangest way. But it’s my journey…mines… and I’m just as confused as ever. Scared and excited. Because if it gets better than I ever imagined I want to look back and say thank you. Thank you for the tears, the years, for the happiness and the pain. For the life before and after, whatever it is…
Wishing you love n light ⚜️

C L Cunningham

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