My finger tips have always been the instrument with which I expel all of my negativity, happiness, intelligence, humor, understanding, confusion, and love.

Now, when I need them most they’re failing me.

I just want to leave everything broken to the wind. Watch it dance and twirl as it’s carried away. Feeling the relief as it gets smaller and smaller on the horizon.

I think the simplest answer my finger tips can express in this moment is that I’m the wind. Nothing or no one else will magically carry my faults away. Not like that.

I’m blessed because I have my own little wind storm around me. People who love me when I struggle to see why. People who protect me when I don’t deserve it. People who sacrifice their own happiness just to see me smile. I love these people with all of my heart and soul.

But it comes down to me. I have the power to create the most awe inspiring force that can sweep through my life, my heart, my head, and purge all of the negativity and self doubt. I can create the force that pushes me back on my path where the rest of my little wind storm is patiently waiting for me.

So watch the wind blow.