I don’t know about you but I hate when there is a mosquito buzzing around me when I am trying to sleep. One mosquito can have a huge impact. So can one person.
Even on my worst of days I don’t know whose life I may or may not impact.
Some times the simple choice to get out of bed and blog can touch a person I do not know and I may never know. It does not need to be perfect. My grammar may not have everything right. If I am using my smart phone I can guarantee that there will be spelling errors for a while longer as I adjust to the keypad as I stink at using it but you generally can make out the content of what I am trying to say to you through the garbled text.
I am still choosing to be a mosquito in the room.
A little over 5 weeks ago, I wasn’t so sure I was worth being a mosquito in the room to anyone. I was busy planning exit strategies to squish the mosquito because I thought I was poisonous to everyone around me. Instead I chose to start collecting quotes on hope and hanging on when it felt impossible.
I have come a long way in the last few weeks. Each week a little stronger and a little more confident in my ability to be a mosquito.
