Dear Life:

Thanks for another day.

It was great waking up today to see you.

I have to admit that morning experiences with you aren't always the most pleasant. It is tiring. It is physically exhausting. Many times I don't want to see you just yet because I want to be sleeping. I'd rather be in bed, wrapped up in covers, my electric blanket cranked up to 8, my head on my pillows, the sun blocked out of my room with the dark curtains pulled and the world outside turned off.

There are days I don't want to face you. I just don't want to see you, hear from you, talk to you, deal with you, or have anything to do with you. I just want to stay locked up in my room, keeping to myself and not talking to anyone in the world. I especially don't want to talk to you. There are some days that I truly feel shitty. And you are not who or what I want to deal with.

I know that it's not your fault life. It just happens. You just happened. No matter what day of the week it is, you just happen. And it's nothing personal. But some days I just don't want to face you.

Every day you come around, there are bad friends, bad day problems, and there are just things I wish I didn't have to deal with. There are memories in the past that I wish would go away. There are relationship problems I wish I didn't have. There are things with my faith in God I wish I didn't struggle with. I don't blame you, life. It's not your fault.

But I am here. I woke up today. I saw the blue sky. I felt the breeze on my face when I walked out my door. I was tired. I was physically struggling to get down my steps. I could barely climb into my car. And as I sat there, all I could do was ask myself why life happens the way it does. Why life has to be the way it does. I don't have answers to the questions I ask all the time. I really wish I did.

But I want to take a moment to say thank you. To life. For you being here. And more than anything? For having me in it.

Sincerely,

Me.