Rest Boldly

Photo by Rise Keller

I’ve decided to become my own cheerleader. I’ve got to believe in my dreams, or no one will. Since World War II, many American athletes have enjoyed squads of (mostly) women cheering them on. Meanwhile, my own thoughts sometimes act more like drunken relatives, telling me I’m worthless and why I even try.

It seemed like it was easier to just go for things when I was younger. Now, no matter what I long to accomplish, my dreams sometimes feel…