Some day....

I have been holding onto two words this last week.

Some.
Day.

Some day I won't have to work this job.
Some day I will be back to the person that I was before.
Some day I will talk to you again.
Some day I will be married.
Some day I won't have to wait months upon end to see my love.
Some day I will be stronger than I am now.
Some day I will be healed.
Some day I won't cry as much.
Some day I will figure out what I want to do with my life.
Some day I will travel again.
Some day I won't have to struggle with money.
Some day I will be okay.
Some day I will have a plan.
Some day I will not let fear hold me captive.
Some day I will be the woman that I want to be.
Some day I won't be this crazy lady anymore.

That day doesn't have to be today.

But I beat myself up for it not being today.

I want results right now.

THIS minute.

I want to be a good person.

I want to be at least better than I am right now.

But change happens slowly.

You don't wake up one day and have your life together.

I am a mess. And that is okay.

And some day I will be okay with that.

Some day I will be okay with the fact that I don't have it together.

Not today. But maybe tomorrow.