So today I'm a little stronger, a little less sensitive, definitely bruised but ready to take another punch.
I find that the worst moments in my life, the really difficult ones, are the ones that give me the chance to see I'm strong and resilient. This morning I crawled out of bed still feeling like I have a knife through my heart. (No real knife or permanent damage, just a bad critique. I invoke my right to use hyperbole and over-dramatic metaphors this morning. Whatever.)
Today I have no choice but to prove myself I can carry on. I will write for the two hours I have to write this morning, the only two hours I have until the weekend. I will not be defeated. I will not lie down (literally this time, like in bed and taking a nap instead of writing). Today I imagine myself writing in a fighting stance, ready to immediately fight back against the onslaught of insecurities that are challenging me this morning, trying to take me down while I'm injured.
BTW, I joined Ali Cross's writing dojo - probably why I have fighting on my mind this morning. Cool that I'm purple, huh?