“Make sure to keep well.”

It’s a statement so overheard this year, the words have lost their meaning. Through the years, I’ve spent a lot of time building up my own support system to keep myself physically, mentally, emotionally and spiritually healthy.

These are all works in progress and they have been nicely compounding for years (well… except the physical… that’s been a bit more recent).

However, with all of those in place, and committing to them, I still feel myself fall apart.

Sometimes, I just sit at my table and am unable to move.

I stare off into the abyss thinking about everything that is still on my plate, what can be accomplished, what actually matters… and I can’t move.

Meditation, exercise, eating healthy, loving family, friends, fresh air, appreciating the moment… all guards that have fallen. The cracks are forming and the shell is breaking.

Then there’s writing.

It’s the one solitary activity that still makes sense. The one place I can turn to when everything else is amok.

It’s all I got and it’s what I lean on.

Because sometimes, words aren’t enough, but they’re what we need.