Yesterday, I was in a real funk — the kind where everything feels like it’s slipping through your fingers. I felt like a failure, like nothing I was doing was working. And if I’m honest, I just wanted something else to change. I didn’t want to have to change again.

Instead of trying to fix it, I decided to get a little creative. I collaborated with AI to put my feelings into words to see if something could emerge that I couldn’t access on my own. I needed something empowering and uplifting, but also a little gritty. Something that spoke to commitment — not the kind that’s all willpower and hustle, but the kind that comes from remembering who you are and why you care.

I'm quite pleased with what came out.

Creating it with AI was surprisingly healing. I know technology can get a bad rap, but it helped me translate the mess in my head into something that spoke to my heart. There’s no way I could have written this on my own. But because it was created, it came back and lifted me up.

Since then, I’ve been listening to the song on repeat. The tune’s even gotten into my head — like a little reminder loop that helps me stay committed to myself and the work I’m putting out into the world. It helps me focus on the present moment instead of the outcome, which has been a gift in itself.

There's a link below. Enjoy!

Kathy
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Some days I wanna disappear,

Hide the spark, drown the fear.

Let somebody else hold the line,

While I drift off, bide my time.

But the ache in me still proves I care,

It’s the pulse that says I’m there.

This isn’t punishment, it’s proof of love,

The fire I’m made of.

It’s worth the work, even when it burns,

Worth the stumble, the slow returns.

Faith like this, it can’t be bought—

It’s built each time I give what I’ve got.

To stay, to feel, to not give in—

I’m worth the work again and again.

I used to think I had to prove

My worth by everything I’d do.

But strength’s the hand that shakes and stays,

That holds its ground in softer ways.

And when I fall, I remember this—

There are others walking through the mist.

We’re not alone, we rise aligned,

Becoming whole, becoming kind.

It’s worth the work, even when it burns,

Worth the stumble, the slow returns.

Faith like this, it can’t be bought—

It’s built each time I give what I’ve got.

To stay, to feel, to not give in—

I’m worth the work again and again.

No one’s coming to fight my fight,

But I’m not standing here without light.

A thousand hearts all beat with mine,

Quiet proof we rise in time.

It’s worth the work, the sacred grind,

To show up tired and still be kind.

To hold myself like I would a friend,

And trust this healing doesn’t end.

I fall, I rise, I breathe, I mend—

I’m worth the work again and  again.