This is one of the prompts in this challenge that stings. A lot.
Three years ago, things were different. Everything was different. I thought I had a grasp on so much that I clearly did not. I still had my parents, both of them.
Back then, my family was the best thing I had going for me...or so I thought.
Day 27 ~ What is the best thing going for you right now?
Stares at blank screen.
Goddammit I hate this challenge.
Really, I do.
Anyhow, if I'm being completely honest about this one right at this exact moment in time, which is the point of this challenge, after all, I have to say that the best thing I have going for me right now is me.
I'm broken and flawed, I'm a complete disaster at times. I'm happy, I'm sad, I'm grounded, I'm deluded.
I'm trying to fix the things that I know are wrong with me. I'm learning to embrace the quirks and weirdness that oozes out of my pores. I'm a fighter and a lover. I won't be quieted or shushed or condescended to. I stand up for those who can't. I protect those I love. I uncover the ugliness of the world because I know that the only cure for what ails us is the blinding truth of the light.
I over analyze everything. I talk to myself all the time. I cry in the shower. I make lists just to cross things off of them. I smile when I want to cry.
I'm unflinching and stubborn. I wear my heart on my sleeve. I refuse to give up.
I'm a mess, but I know that. I own it.
It's gotten me this far. It's kept me here. It's made me whoever I am now.
Though there are times I would give anything to go back to that naive place I was in when I answered this the first time, I'd be doing myself a disservice if I did.
This version of me is pretty fantastic, even with the extra scars.
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