© 2014 Lynsey

Swimming through the sky

On my best days, the few, rare, very best days, I feel like I’m swimming through the sky.

Somehow the humdrum and the hurt falls away, and I float up and I fly.

Things I touch seem to fall into place.

Things just work.

My heart sings.

And I can get through the next darkness.

12. Every day love yourself.
20. Every day say thank you.
27. Every day pain is a sign of growing.

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