This is not a story, but...

It's a pretty piece of writing.

It's not easy.
Some days are heavy, my heart feels the weight.
And they're just not easy.
Some days I pretend they are.
Some days, I'm so good at pretending that I get caught up and believe I can make it easy.
Some days, there is no heaviness.
Some days, most days, are light and jaunty and I believe I can do everything and anything in between but then I look back and I've hardly done something.
Some days aren't easy... but I'm not giving up.