Ahh heavy days

Some days are heavier than others and I hate that. Today has been one. One where time goes slow and the mind goes fast. The mind saying it'll never happen and the tears threaten but I go to yoga...try to center myself. Repeat..one more day..day after day...there'll be a time to cry later. Later when I haven't slept for days for a baby crying...later for when I first hold my son or daughter. Later I'll need those tears. So heavy day? You're almost over. And tomorrow is a new one. One more day. I can do it.