I give up.

I give up on the things that have a hold of me, the things that pull me down and stop my progress.

I give up on the things that feel like cement shoes.

I give up on trying to be someone I’m not.

I give up on too much: too much food, too much worry, too much wine, too much stuff.

I had it once, not that long ago.  I had ahold of the calm, the predictability.  I had my feet on solid ground.

But I was careless and let it slip away.  I allowed old habits to creep in, slowly, silently, almost imperceptibly.  I gave them an inch and they took my life.

But I’m taking it back.  I’m willing to go to battle again because I know how victory feels and I know I can win.

And most importantly, I know I’m worth it.

I won’t give up.