What I Tell Myself

No matter what—keep going.

8 Comments on "What I Tell Myself"

  1. The Farmer says:

    That picture is phenomenal

    • Cupcake Murphy Cupcake Murphy says:

      You would love it there Farmer. Highway 1—just before Big Sur. The fog can get so thick it seems wrong. Or at least will make you scream “SLOW DOWN!” at your husband until you lose your voice.

  2. PJ says:

    At times like that it takes a lot of courage.

  3. MidLyfeMama says:

    So here’s the thing. I cannot write about this anywhere else, because it is so an unknown thing and even talking about it would upset so many people. But I am on a path that just keeps opening up a little bit more each time I walk through the next door. So I tell myself “Keep going” at least until the path disappears or the next door doesn’t open. But the end of the path might end in freaking ALASKA and that makes my head spin and my heart palpitate and I wake up in the middle of the night thinking WHAT ARE YOU DOING and could we even sell our house and Coop is supposed to start kindergarten in 3 weeks and I have friends I really really like and who will take care of my boss’s dog when she is in meetings if I am not here????

    But I just keep going. I figure we shall see what happens and hopefully the right answer shows up. Alaska. I need to lay down.