And I was busy… but busy in a way only a few would perhaps understand.
I was busy being kind to myself when the day had hit me harder than expected.
I was busy being quiet when the world around me had become too much, too much noise and bustle to bear.
I was busy being peaceful, an antidote to the battles that rage around me.
I was busy just being…
Collecting myself, my thoughts, my courage…
Preparing to face another day, stronger, more self-assured.
Busy mending the little cracks that have appeared in my heart over the years.
The loves lost, the days missed, the people who left and never returned.
I was busy building my self-esteem, to survive in a world that prays on insecurities and faults.
So yes, I was busy.
And it’s not something I need to apologise for.
And neither should you.