Just Another Day

In trying to do a month-long blog challenge, I've looked to various places for daily topics when I need a boost. Today's prompt is one I've been shying away from, and that's the very reason I chose to tackle it: what is something you struggle with?

Everything.

That smirk? It's real, sure, but it's a mask, too. Because there's a secret here: life is hard. 

Don't get me wrong. I love my family, I adore my friends, and I find fulfillment in my job. Where's the struggle in that? Well, the work. The love, the adoration, the fulfillment...they don't come easily. Each bit of joy or success requires effort. No one tells you that when, as a child, you're reassured that all your dreams can come true. Turns out, it's not all about kicking back and relaxing with a drink in your hand....much as I'd love that to be true. (FYI: This was my first drink at Sloppy Joe's in Key West, a popular Hemingway hangout...I revel in the boozy/literary connection!)

To be fair, I never expected life to be easy...for as long as I can remember, I've known life isn't simple. But the most troubling part, for me, is that I live in a near-constant state of uncertainty. Am I doing the best I can? Am I making my loved ones proud? Am I being true to myself? The easy answer is: I don't know. Life is a struggle, and I have no clue what the hell I'm doing. But the thing I do know is that life's a journey, and I'm a willing participant down that road.

I try to keep in mind that no one's life is easy, that no one gets a free ride. I struggle each and every day, and as an aspiring storyteller, I find comfort in that struggle.