The other day as I was making my way down the stairs of my third floor walk-up, I glanced out the window.The sun was shining and it was truly a beautiful day.
What a sham, I thought!?!
The inside really doesn’t match the outside.
I was trying to make my way down the stairs, but my legs didn’t want to cooperate. Every step down the stairs was like a hammer hit to my knees, making me feel like at any moment, my legs were going to shatter into a million pieces.
I know, a third floor walk-up, not the smartest move for a person like me. But I moved into my apartment (not so) long before I realized what was happening to me. And I’m far too exhausted at this point to move.
But, you know, this disjunction occurs on a daily basis.
On the outside, I appear to be vibrant, young, and healthy. But on the inside, I feel old, broken, damaged.
The inside doesn’t match the outside.