journal fifty-three.

I broke my nails today

Snapped two straight in half

And at first, I couldn’t believe I did it

I was in pain, yes, but I almost laughed

You see, I was moving my mattress by myself

Miss Strong, Independent Woman that I am

And that shit is heavy

But clearly I didn’t give a damn

So there I stood, in my bathroom

Hesitantly cleaning the mess I made

Trying not to throw up

Running through all of my Band-Aids

And it really made me think

That moment I was alone

In pain due to my own impatience

How much I’ve really grown

Because little me way back when

She’d be all over the floor

Screaming to her mom

How she couldn’t take this anymore

Even though the pain was self-caused

She had the world to blame

And now that I’ve experienced (more of) the world

I’m glad to say I don’t see the same

So while my fingers are absolutely throbbing

And I am seriously reconsidering my mattress-lifting techniques

I still moved that damn mattress across the room

And my new setup has me smiling from cheek to cheek

I do hope you don’t break a nail

But if some shit happens to you

Just think about how far you’ve come

And know that it’s something today’s you will get through

Published by Brittany Given

Raw and unadulterated — this is how I typically feel things. And when I feel these things I think I feel, I write. My little pieces of comprehension have taken the form of words jumbled together on your screen. A masterpiece? Probably not, but welcome to glimpses of this incredible life I get to experience. I do hope you’ll stick around.

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