If sleeping at 5am serves it's purpose of exhausting my brain and the struggle within,
of quieting down the inadequacy in my heart,
I'll do it again.
Except sometimes that doesn't default me to a win.
Today was a win.
One I am very thankful of.
Because I haven't just struggle with this over one Saturday night like I usually do.
But over a few days of tears and tantrums.
Which spilled out into petty squabbles I am ashamed of.
I'm thankful that the objectives or reasons for squabbling made their points across though.
And only You could have done all that.
For all You've done.
Thank You.
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