I have two distinct bruises on my right ankle for a reason that actually makes me feel good. As strange as it sounds to feel good about any kind of bruise, these two are comforting.
Cheerleading practice today was rough, rigorous and more intense than I’ve been used to. Pyramids were fumbled, one-legged stunts were wobbling and Coach cursed us out for not practicing the dance portion. I feel absolutely drained of everything; energy, willingness, etc.
But back to the bruises, which mean a whole lot in their painful discoloured forms.
They mean someone was taking care to hold on as tight as they could; to make sure I would never fall when it mattered most. My life, for those moments, was being held precariously in their grip and it makes me smile to realize that it was certainly a tight one.