My baggage is over the limit.

And just like that, my plans have changed. A blemish that can’t be looked over, no rebooking could be arranged.

The baggage that I carry means no easy way for me. For every place I’ve been, I’ve had to fight to earn my keep.

I know the load I carry doesn’t make a pretty sight. The embarrassment inflicted on me has kept me up at night. I toss and turn and overthink but the truth will always be that I must carry this baggage because it’s a part of me.

I load my baggage back into the trunk and steady my breath before the long drive. I’m still getting to where I’m going. And I still intend to thrive.

I’ve been dragging this shit forever and it hasn’t stopped me yet. No part of me is lucky but I know that I’m my best bet. I know when to dig my heels in and how to hold on tight. I lived so long in darkness that I learned how to soak in light.

So although my baggage is unsightly and sometimes slows me down, perspective was earned and resolve made strong. Circumstances may whisper snickering songs but I can keep my chin up and sing along.