I looked ahead.
Could I see the paths? Would my feet or my heart or my head lead me this time?
Exhaustion sucked my soul out with every drop of perspiration, every breath, every blink of my eyes.
What was next?
How many years had I studied strategies for these moments? How many courses had I taken? Books had I read? How much money spent on self improvement?
And why hadn’t I done all those things that I had learned?
I looked ahead. I looked behind. I looked around.
Who am I?
I am capable. I am resilient. I am.
I am looking ahead.