Facing problems just sucks. As I've said in these pages before: fuckity-fuck-fuck. See you all on the other side (of the problems).
Oh, today's writing prompt --
Do you have a "facing it" poem? Does "it" lose some of its power when you look it in the face and see its arrogance and meanness as trembling and small? Probably not, but look it in the face anyway.
Facing it is realizing that if you don't change, neither will your circumstances.
Facing it is forgiving others but most importantly, yourself.
Facing it is recognizing that the clock is ticking.
Facing it is realizing that we are often programmed to push-away the things that bring us the most joy.
Facing it is folding your laundry and fixing the sink