I'm working on my thoughts.
Stopping the bad ones and letting the good ones free flow.
The bad ones are deeply ingrained. Stitched into my skin with needles filled with permanent ink.
I received a 'thank you' note. Encouraging me to keep going. Telling me that my words matter.
If I can't let the bad thoughts go. Maybe I have to let the good thoughts of others seep in.
I will change the very makeup of my inner being with new blood rushing through my veins.
I will ever be thankful for those words.
Today: Like most, I'm trying to figure things out. Sometimes that's day by day, moment by moment, and even breath by breath.