I want to be ahead this time, ahead in line and ahead of my time (as the saying goes); to stand waiting for the rest to catch on.
My eyes could be opened a little wider. My mind could be expanded a little further. My ears could listen a little harder. My body could stand to be a little healthier. Room for improvement.
Instead of being an over-achiever, I’ve decided to not care as much and concentrate on what would really make me whole.
Random thoughts come and go, passing in and out, until they are finally awarded recognition or are discarded into a sea of meaningless and redundant conjunctions.
Pushing back the negativity that pollutes my well-being, I think I caught a glimpse of a new and updated version of hope. My belly is full, and while I am constantly striving to put on the pounds, I am happy to say that I have not lost what little I have gained.