Having it together doesn’t look polished.
It looks like paying bills on time most months.
It looks like managing emotions instead of pretending they don’t exist.
It looks like showing up imperfectly and still getting things done.
I don’t have it all figured out — but I know myself better now. And that counts for something.
“Together” isn’t aesthetic.
It’s functional.
Tomorrow’s prompt: The season of life I’m in right now.
Tumblers and Trash Talk 
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