Nov 20 (edited) ⢠The Messy Middle
đŽâđ¨ When The Day Wins
Ever have one of those days that doesnât just trip you up â
it drags you across the pavement, knees first,
kicks you in the ribs,
and then has the nerve to ask why youâre not smiling, sweetheart?
Yeah.
That was today.
I wrestled resumes, broken files, glitchy systems, government hoops, job postings that might as well be mirages, and the pressure of trying to rebuild a life that keeps slipping through my fingers.
I showed up.
I tried.
I pushed.
And today still chewed me up and spit me out.
I donât have insight tonight.
I donât have a tidy lesson or a âlook how I grew through itâ ribbon to slap on top.
I donât even have a Rebel Remedy for this one.
All Iâve got are tired bones, a fried brain, and the honesty to say:
Today kicked the absolute shit out of me, and Iâve got nothing left to offer.
If youâve been here â if youâre here right now â
youâre not alone in that
âI tried my best and still came up shortâ spiral.
Sometimes the bravest thing you can do is admit you donât have wisdom today.
Sometimes you just make camp before dark and survive the night.
Some days youâre the dragon slayer.
Some days the dragon just⌠sits on you.
If youâre in one of those days too, drop a âsameâ or a âstill breathing.â
Tonight, that counts as a win.
0
0 comments
đŽâđ¨ When The Day Wins
skool.com/rebel-clarity-4965
For the ones becoming themselves again.
Messy, honest, real.
No perfection required.
Just you.
Set things down.
Pick yourself back up.
Powered by