Everyone is broken. Some may be more broken than others, but that doesn’t make them any less of a person than you.
Then there are those that are consumed with evil. Being broken does not equate to giving in to evil. Evil is a whole other beast that must be approached differently and dealt with carefully.
And I am finally understanding that.
wow the past two days felt more like an entire week.
six games with no time limit. pretty sure every inch of my body is bruised.
and now here comes the overwhelming rush of emotions from being exhausted…
Sometimes I just feel really large and I get down on myself and my body but then I remember I can hit the shit out of the ball and if I were small I wouldn’t be able to intimidate the hell out of pitchers and then I accept and love my body.
Strange to look where scars used to be and realize they have nearly faded away completely.
There’s always something that has to ruin a good day.
But you know what? No. I had a freaking good day. Best day in a long time. Screw everything else.
kind of pathetic how lonely i feel
The more I realize my body’s potential, the more I appreciate it and want to take care of myself.
Please pray for my family.