Crushed /kruSHt/ – 1. deformed, pulverized, or forced inwards by compression. 2. feeling overwhelmingly disappointed or embarrassed
I am being crushed bit by bit, not by world situations, pandemics, political pressures, or financial worries, but by the weight of all the lives I’m not living.
Assumptions stir faith. I am assumed I’d be farther along on the journey of being me. I feel stifled by responsibilities and by the things I’ve relegated to “another day”. The meal I shoved in the refrigerator because company stopped by is getting cold. What did I think would happen?
No big deal, right? There are people in the world with problems much larger than mine. I have two sturdy legs to walk on, plenty of aspirations, and grit to get through disappointments that linger.
The big deal lies beneath the surface: Waiting stings. I have shoved my priorities to the back seat too many times. Hope deferred makes the heart sick. Who’s to blame for the deferring?
