Yesterday is gone. Tomorrow is unknown. Who am I today?
Yesterday, loneliness swallowed me whole, leaving me cowering under my fuzzy purple blanket, damp and heavy with tears. I hid behind words’ some that I wrote myself, some written in the blogosphere, other’s written by a writer I love. I read, and dreamed, and read, and thought, and read, and cried. My loneliness roared, unabated, but I had no ammunition but to feel it and live in it.
Tomorrow looms with unknown potential. I will teach my class tomorrow. I’m sure I will write some words tomorrow. I will exercise and journal and try to write myself right. I will step on the scale, only to become frustrated with the slowness of the change of numbers, but knowing I have tried my best and worked hard this week. The tomorrows beyond tomorrow yawn forward with latent possibilities, unknown challenges, and a life yet undiscovered.
All I have is today. Who am I today? Today I strap on my teacher cap, to grade and plan for tomorrow’s class. Today I meet a person from my past. A friend? A competitor? Someone I envy but shouldn’t. Someone who has achieved what I couldn’t. But I will meet her for lunch, with a smile on my face open to whatever happens as we talk. Today, I face who I was, and recognize who I am now. For after all, I can only be the person I am right now. I can only live one day at a time, because I cannot plan for an unknown future.
Who am I today? I am me, and that is good enough.