Sometimes I need a reminder to fight for me.
Sometimes standing up and speaking out is necessary to achieve some peace and quiet.
Sometimes you learn to trust new people. It’s okay to have a little faith.
Sometimes you have to ignore perceived slights and get over your own ego.
Sometimes it’s hard to acknowledge the truth.
Sometimes you just have to do what is in front of you, regardless of the outcome.
Sometimes you grow weary of the constant battle between right and wrong.
Sometimes the best decision is not black or white. It’s not even gray. It’s a shade of red you don’t even like.
Sometimes others can speak on your behalf, sometimes you have to find your own voice.
Sometimes writing feels pointless. Your pen ran dry.
Sometimes the well is full of ink, just waiting for you to find the answer with your words.
It’s okay to use all the words you need to illustrate the situation. Just allow veracity to be the ruler. Don’t minimize or exaggerate. Be transparent.
If you run out of ink, borrow some from another well. Take a deep breath, find the truth. Tell the story.