We so easily forget just how important certain things are in our daily lives, until we don't have them anymore. Our thumbs, for as forgotten they are, are involved in so much of what we do each day. We'd never be able to grip anything or hit the space bar while typing. Sometimes, it's a person and we don't realize how important they were until they're no longer in our lives.
Today, I spent the day without a voice. My vocal chords stopped working and at most, I've been able to muster a measly, high-pitched cackle that can barely reach across a table to be heard.
I don't really have a voice and in all honesty, all I've really wanted to do today was just sit and listen. I don't want to be asked questions. I'm tired. I'm beaten. If I can be used, without a voice, then I pray I did my job, because today, I had nothing. If it can be said, that I feel like the enemy is at my throat right now, then let it be said. I don't need any sympathy. Maybe just prayer. Living life constantly being reminded of past failure is starting to tear me apart. God, I can't speak today, but hear me anyways. #UntilWeMeetAgainProject Day 43.