A blackboard
On Monday I felt like life was just to overwelming, everything got to me, my house, my pets, my work, everything.
On Tuesday, I had a little talk with a friend. I told her what happened on Monday and how everything sometimes can just be way too much. She had a little story to tell. She started yelling at a blackboard, in her dad’s kitchen. All the poor blackboard did was say: “You only have to do it.”. This got to her. She shouted at it that it was easy for a blackboard to talk :-)
There is a truth there though.
Right now, I’m doing great, I’m feeling fantastic and I actually feel content with the way things are going. Everything that is broken can be mended. Some things easier than others. Some things that seemed lost forever turn out to be easy to fix. You just need the right person for the job.
Some things turn out to be a lot harder to repare than you expected, but over the past week I learned that friends can really help you sort out the shards and glue your life back together all by yourself. Maybe they don’t even realise it.
I need a blackboard. I just need to do stuff. I just need to put myself to it and do it. And I will.