Some days I put pressure on myself to deliver. Deliver words that make a difference. Some days I question my value. Is what I do quantifiable? I know this is flawed thinking. I do it anyway. I do this when I try to have control. I know I don’t have it. I still crave it. I’m in waiting. I’ve had to give up what I wanted because my heart said no. Patience is a virtue. Not one I have. It’s necessary. I don’t ask for it. I’m being allotted it anyone. Being honest sets you free. Vulnerability is coming. I’m tired of holding it all in. You’re not alone. I’m not alone.