I get it now
There are some feelings I could do without. Like the conflicting ache I get sometimes when I know it’s time to brush my teeth before bed. But I’m lazy and I want to sleep with my dirty mouth.
Then I struggle. And the war between logic and emotion begins. And I lose. But I win. Because I drag myself to the sink to meet my unnerving reflection. I squeeze out the last bit of doughy toothpaste. Then I brush my smile. And I finally realize I’ve won.
I feel a sense of accomplishment. And I could really use some of that.
