Some days, things don't work.
They just don't.
No matter how hard I try or how good I think I am.
Despite my will, my commitment, my efforts.
Things do not work.
My usual tricks and strategies are ineffective.
In those days, I feel a failure.
I know I'm not, but it doesn't matter; I feel it.
When those days come, I begin to question everything: my choices, plans, and beliefs.
I would love to share a secret recipe to transform the struggle into success and happiness.
But haven't found anything.
However, I've learned that those are the days in which I need to love myself the most.
And I need to reach out to the people I love. Not to seek solutions but to feel connected.
It doesn't turn things around, but it carries me through the rough patches until I find my way again.