gallant (adj).

280700989245151745_co28UGgv_cI feel like what comes easily for many people requires me to muster up much bravery. It isn't easy for me to even get up some days, and that feels like a victory to get my feet on the floor and then my body out the door. I feel like I am just this small little thing who has somehow been given a semblance of an adult life, and I'm hoping no one figures it out that I'm posing. I am full steam ahead, but I don't know what I'm doing. I don't have any grasp at all. Do we all flail at whatever we can wrap our fingers around? Do we all feel like even the smallest tasks require armour, require sacrifice, require us to be extremely bold?

Posted on January 15, 2013 and filed under the word project-.