Read This When You Feel Like You’re Not Making Progress Fast Enough

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Fred Tougas

There was a time that I measured my life in baby steps. Today, I would tell myself, today I will shower. Today I will talk to someone other than my phone. I had to force myself to believe that if I could only make it through one more day, the next one would not be as cold, as cruel, as muted. I fought myself each night.

I battled myself each morning. I painted my face rosy and settled into my silence so carefully I knew I was the only one who knew I was silent at all. It was all I could do. Try. A little more. Each day. Time came, as it always does. Conquering the landscape of my life with change. And slowly, each day, my baby steps became more.

Today, I would tell myself, today I will smile. I will bask in the sunlight. I will make a good cup of tea. Time. My savior. Urged me to stop picking open wounds. To pray. To forgive. Him. Others. Myself. To remember the moon. The sky. The light at dawn. Symphonies. Literature. Beauty. To take each day as it came and be wholly present. Live in my moments. Make memories instead of talking to ghosts.

Today, I would tell myself. Today I will rise. And I did. TC mark

Alison Malee is a poet and the author of the book Shifting Bone.


Shifting Bone is available as a physical and electronic book. You can buy it here

Alison Malee

Alison Malee is an accomplished poet, author, and actress. Read her book Shifting Bone here.


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  • usafreebiesdaily

    I like to think that way but the only reason my day becomes like just another day is money. But i always going to say like i do after waking up in the morning ” Today i will Rise”.

  • Cara

    And sometimes I think I’m not making progress fast enough. I have two younger sisters; one of them is married with two children & the other has her own apartment…they both have fast-paced jobs and plenty of money. I have no husband, no children, no fast-paced career, own no property of my own. I’m the eldest and yet I lag behind. I tell myself it wasn’t supposed to be like this.

    And then I remember I’m not in competition with my sisters. That old idea that the three of us must be in constant competition with each other (for what, I don’t even know) us something our mother instilled in us as children (and she would reward whoever she perceived as “winner” and belittle and berate everyone else). But I am not a child any more. I’m a grown woman and I don’t have to compete with my sisters just because our mother wants to see us in competition for her approval.

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