I’m a kind word. I’m silent.
I’m tired. I’m vibrant.
I’m so sure. I’m torn.
I’ve won. I’m failing.
I’m always smiling—sometimes genuinely, and sometimes to hide how I’m really feeling.
I’m always thinking—of all the good things, or sometimes it’s just pure worry.
I’m always needing—more time in the day to celebrate, or an end to all the madness and monotony.
I ride a fine line between self-improvement and self-deprecation.
And I often wake up wondering
which side of the line
I’ll fall on today.”
**This story was written by Whitney Ballard of Trains and Tantrums. You can follow her journey on Facebook and Instagram.
