The words from the song "Breathe" keep going through my head. Especially the chorus: "Breathe. Just Breathe." I have to remind myself that. In fact, I am doing that a lot lately (well, of course I'm breathing a lot lately. I'm alive – that's what I do!) I mean I've been doing those deep, clarifying my mind kind of breathes, the ones you need to do before you face your next battle.
Speaking of battle – supposedly I have a lot of courage. I've been told that. I try to believe it, too. I need to find the line from the Wizard of Oz regarding courage, because I think that's how I feel; not courageous, but just continuing on because I have to. I need to get through one day. And then the next. And so on, until, maybe, possibly, things change around for me.
I don't like living day to day, paycheck to paycheck, one averted crisis after another. I am getting too old for all this stress. I want to just be the best I can, do the best I can and not have to fight battles every day with the bill collectors, the bank. I know I have talent, and I can do a good job. I want to work full time so I don't have to patch jobs together and hope I have enough income to make it through the week or the month or into the next few months. I want a place I can live in that I can afford, and I want to live in a place where the cost of living is not higher than the average working wage.
I have tried to be a good, decent person, and no matter how tough it has gotten, tried to see the good in everything (the lesson, I guess). I just want to see that there's a reason to be good and decent. Can my life really, finally turn around?