Yesterday is Heavy
Put it down
Yesterday is heavy. Put it down.
I don’t know who originally said these words (and if you do, kindly tell me). But I felt it down to the depths of my soul. Maybe you needed to read these words, too: Yesterday is heavy. Put it down.
I feel like I have been carrying the weight of 6 months of yesterdays. I keep stacking them one on top of the other. Despite the weight, I’m feeling untethered, floating from one crisis to the next and accumulating the yesterdays. I’m unable to part with them and it’s holding me down as if I’m drowning.
My emotions are big right now. So damn big. My heart is heavy. So very heavy.
And I want nothing more than to put down the last 6 months of yesterdays.
I want to put down the fear that my cancer isn’t going to go away.
I want to put down the anger when the governor announced mere days before the start of the school year that school doors should be open; despite the teachers putting in the hard work to start school virtually.
I want to put down the hurt from the last two years of a crumbling friendship.
I want to put down my frustration (and that is not a strong enough word. Maybe it’s rage. I’m enraged, and that still doesn’t feel like a strong enough emotion) of…
