Maybe it’s the salt from the sweat of my brow that makes the flavor of victory taste worth it to me.  Knowing that this condiment comes from hard work or overloads of work seem to make things more my taste.  Seem to make things better if not the best.  I mean Isn’t the best pushing yourself to your limit until you just can’t anymore? That was my thinking. That is my thinking. Publicly I am out and about wearing myself out, privately I feel the urge to cry. That salty taste of self-frustration or feeling disappointed that I’m not enough. Sometimes I let that taste mix in with the clean water of a shower that way I can justify the tears, because it’s not there if it’s masked right? Wearing a mask at times that “I’m alright, I’m okay” because, I am right. I am okay. I’m better than okay. I’m invincible, I’m on top of the world. I’m not. Though I try to be. If anything I accept I am closer to the ground and prefer the climb than the peak. And that’s the place I reached in my thinking. To quote a truly inspirational song that has touched the lives of many a millennial “It’s the Climb”. 


Wow. Who knew the struggles of Hannah Montana could foreshadow so much in life? Wise words.. wise words...

There’s always going to be another mountain
I’m always gonna wanna make it move
Always gonna be an uphill battle
Sometimes I’m gonna have to lose
— Miley Stewart/ Hannah Montana