I know I’m not supposed to admit this, but honestly? I am just … tired. I’m tired of struggling, I’m tired of fighting, and I’m tired of swimming against the current all the time. This reminds me a little of a time in Venezuela when I got caught in a riptide. Part of the reason I’m still swimming now is because I don’t want to drown, but at the same time, there is a part of me that wants to just let go and go with the tide – even if it takes me out to sea. Any one little...
