The bus stop where I leave full of hope every morning

The bus stop where I leave full of hope every morning

Every morning I leave from the same bus stop. Full of hope, lanyard on.

Excited to face another day. Excited for the new day. Excited for standup. Excited for my written update. Excited for what the day might bring. Cos anything can happen

Anything could happen

Another day of being honest and true to my heart

Another day of being passionate and living my dream

Another day of prioritising. Another day of prioritising my tickets. Of prioritising my time. Another day of focusing on my tickets. Another day of focusing on my life and on my goals. 

Another day of maybe delivering a commit. Another day of getting something on to GitHub I hope. Another day of focusing on my code. The coding is my focus. The coding is my goal. How do I know whether I’ve succeeded or not today? By whether I’ve been coding. How do I know what I’ve achieved today? By what I’ve coded. The thing is - the flower blooms in the dark and it doesn’t think about how many seizures it’s had or the amount of neurodivergent barriers it’s faced at work or the trauma it’s had to process and overcome to get here

It just fucking shines okay

It just fucking blooms okay

It’s just fucking beautiful

It just glows

Thank you
A yellow flower and some other yellow flowers at night time

Like me. I am beautiful. Okay? I am so fucking beautiful

And I love myself 

Thank you

The thing is. While you are waiting for someone better to come along. You might just miss who is in front of you right now. And maybe that person 

Needs you

Thank you

They might need you like you need them 

Or they might need you more than you need them

They might need you

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