sometimes it’s a battle just to hold everything together. i know that from the outside looking in it might seem like i have it all under control. i plan it that way. but inside, i am unraveling, and i think all the rope, glue and scotch tape in the world couldn’t keep me from falling apart.<\/p>\n
it is so easy to give up. today i wanted to throw my hands in the air, scream at the top of my lungs, and let everything go. someone else can clean up the mess i’ve left, i thought. what do i care? i’ll be long gone.<\/p>\n
i can pretend it doesn’t matter, but before too long i remember that it does. i do. it’s silly, and i think selfish, to think otherwise.<\/p>\n
luckily, i was reminded how good it feels to do something for someone else. as a young girl, i’d give my mom cards i’d made — bond paper stolen from dad’s desk drawer folded in fourths, marked up with crayolas. the occasion? hello. i love you. you’re pretty. you’re nice. i remember her face would light up and she’d slip it somewhere safe, and i knew, i knew it was time spent well. i knew it was worth it.<\/p>\n
we don’t think it touches someone, but it does. we worry it’s not good enough, but it is. don’t underestimate the thought and effort; it’s precious.<\/p>\n
so, tonight i decided to make something for somebody. the occasion? hello. i like you. you’re funny. you’re nice. the moment i scattered my supplies on the steel blue carpet, i began to feel better. my head wasn’t filled with my worries or troubles or woes. it made way for ideas and sketches and plans.<\/p>\n
and i made something. it’s nothing big, really, just a token. (it’s smaller than a pony, but just as fun)<\/font>. but it will hopefully bring a smile to someone’s face. it already has mine.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" sometimes it’s a battle just to hold everything together. i know that from the outside looking in it might seem like i have it all under control. i plan it that way. but inside, i am unraveling, and i think all the rope, glue and scotch tape in the world couldn’t keep me from falling […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[3],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/maganda.org\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/25"}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/maganda.org\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/maganda.org\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/maganda.org\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/maganda.org\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=25"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/maganda.org\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/25\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/maganda.org\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=25"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/maganda.org\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=25"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/maganda.org\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=25"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}