Not every single day is going to be magic or feel like magic.
There will be days where you feel isolated, alone, and like no one understands who you are. There will be days when you try to chase that life you want only to trip on your own shoelaces. Sometimes, you’ll get up only to get shoved back down. Some days, you’ll feel like there’s only darkness, even when the sun is shining. Some days, you’ll feel like it would be easier to just sit back down, watch Netflix all day, and say to hell with the dream. Some days, you’ll wonder if one day, you’re going to wake up and be ninety–and still not achieved the dream. Some days, you’ll wonder if it was ever even meant to be yours. But Darling, those are the days that count. The gloomy days where you just want to cry, to sleep, to quit. Those are the days that separate you from the rest. Because you’re not going to sit back down or go to sleep or say “to hell with it.” On those days, you’re going to wipe away the mascara. You’re going to shove the icky feelings aside. You’re going to put on the music that pumps you up. You’re going to think about how far you’ve already come. You’re going to look in the mirror and see the strength that’s always been there, that is still there. You’re going to remember you’re a bad ass. You’re going to remember who you are and what you want. And then you’re going to keep going. You’re going to show up, even when it’s hard. You’re going to put on the red lipstick and show the world you won’t be discounted or counted out. You’re going to go again. You’re going to tell yourself you’re strong, you’re capable, and you’re more than okay. You’re going to repeat it over and over until you believe it. Because these days, the hard days, are the ones that count the most.
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L.A. DetwilerUSA TODAY Bestselling Thriller author with Avon Books (HarperCollins), The Widow Next Door, The Diary of a Serial Killer's Daughter, and other creepy thriller books Categories
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