
There are days when I feel like the boxer. Then there are days where I’m just a smudge on life’s boxing gloves.
Both days come and go. I’m experienced enough to not let the bad days get to me. I’m learning to not let the good days fool me into thinking the bad ones won’t pop up. A good streak of productivity, effortless output, and smooth sailing make you think maybe, just maybe you’ve turned a corner. And those days of pulling and straining to make decent things won’t come again.
But they do. They always will.
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