Sometimes there are days of sadness. Or tiredness. Or just quietness.

Sometimes there are days of reflection.

Sometimes there are days of anger, or irritability, or angst.

Sometimes there are days of wanting to scream, or throw something.

Sometimes there are scuffles, arguments, un-kind words.

Sometimes there are days that are not our best, are not our most appealing.

Sometimes there are days that we just want to put behind us.

All of these days are our teachers. All of these days have something valuable to show us.

Pain is our bodies way of moving us towards healing. If we listen, if we respond, if we make change.

I don’t always wake up loving the person I am, the way I look, act, feel, or speak. But I wake up. I wake up and keep going. I wake up and I rely on support, friends, partners, teachers. I wake up…