Easy

Sometimes it's easy to deny any sort of personal responsibility for your own well being.

Sometimes really bad days are going to come right on the heels of really good days and you will sit in your bed crying "why me?".

It's easy to not pick yourself up off the floor and instead, consider joining a convent in the Swiss Alps and give up on the outside world.

Sometimes it will feel like an elephant is sitting on your chest but maybe if you ask them very politely to sit elsewhere, they will probably do it. Elephants are nice.

Maybe you should call your brother and let him tell you all about the gate that Dad made him pick up off the side of the road for the dog you do not have yet. Then you can make jokes about a Nixon-era dog scandal called Puppygate. Then he can call you Ace and you can call him Smitty if you want. It's okay if you don't.

Maybe then you can text your father "daddy I miss you" without shame or embarrassment because sometimes kids miss their dads in the same way that dads probably miss their little girls.

Maybe you let someone give you a piggy back ride halfway to the train station in the pouring rain because your sneakers soaked through. They wouldn't have offered if they didn't want to. They love you.

Maybe you write a blog post at 2 in the morning because you have a lot of emotions swimming around your head. It won't be easy to get it all out. You don't have to.

You never wanted to do the easy thing anyways and you know, tomorrow has to be better.