How Do I Change My Life

Weather’s trying to match the season

I think I might be transitioning with it

The question posed above creeps into our lives almost always when desperation has made its way to our door.

January was a time when I told myself that I should start, like actually, begin. Still, I didn’t hear the gun go off until February.

If putting yourself down were a sport, I’d probably be in the top percentile.

My skills have always been a little above average, but leveraging them to their utmost ability has been a struggle.

Perfection and doubt have had lasting places on both of my shoulders.

I am the ball they play catch with, and there is no real point to the game at all.

I guessed that eventually, I would be put down or get lost, not be found again, because I was thrown way too far beyond reach.

In between, the back and forth, I’ve seen glimpses that there is a slight chance of change, though.

I have been privy to possibilities for something different, like another glove catching me.

I’d be caught in an opportunity at the right time.

Little did I know that before I could be caught, first, I’d need to be dropped.

Some things cannot be fought, I would need to allow them to happen.

“How do I change my life?”

I see all this potential in myself. I encourage and share it all the time with others and rarely project it back inward.

I change my life by allowing myself to drop in new places, where I can be picked back up again.

Until the day I cannot be gathered up—my stitches lose, barely rubber, and worn down to the cork center.

This way of thinking is passed along to another, reframed to present a different set of options.

As long as I am willing to keep going. Little by little, I can actually change my life.