Finding Me: Everybody Hurts… But Some Still Dance

Song of the Day: “Everybody Hurts” – R.E.M.

Some days just hit differently. Not in the “I crushed that workout” way or the “wow, I’m glowing” way. Today hit like a sad indie film that starts with a gray sky and ends with someone staring blankly out a rain-soaked window.

That was me this morning.

I didn’t bounce out of bed. I didn’t lace up my shoes with determination. I didn’t even bother asking the scale how it was feeling, because I already knew how I was feeling — heavy. Not just physically. Emotionally. Mentally. Spiritually. Like I’d been carrying invisible sandbags all week.

The R.E.M. classic "Everybody Hurts" was already playing in my head before I hit play on the actual song. And as Michael Stipe gently reminded me that I wasn’t alone, I sat there on the couch… doing absolutely nothing but existing.

Then Tobito showed up.

My emotional support taco shuffled across the table, arms full of what I assume were metaphorical pom-poms. He was trying, okay? He did this awkward little dance—something between a cha-cha and a limp noodle—that I think was meant to be uplifting. At one point he even said, “When you’re sure you’ve had enough… of this life… hold on!” and struck a dramatic pose, tortilla shell wobbling slightly.

It didn’t fix everything. But it made me smile.

Then my faithful companion—my actual dog, not a sentient taco—hopped up beside me. He gently nudged my arm with his head and placed a paw on my chest like he was trying to say, “I’ve got you.”

And in that moment, I realized something: I didn’t need a solution. I just needed to be seen.

That’s what this journey has taught me. It’s not always about crushing goals or seeing results. It’s about showing up. For yourself. For the people (and tacos) who care. For the dog who knows exactly when to sit on your foot and lean in close.

I didn’t go to the gym today. I didn’t prep meals. I didn’t track a single macro. But I did give Tobito a tortilla chip. A thank-you. Not just for the weird dance or the off-key singing, but for trying.

Sometimes effort is everything.

So if you’re reading this and today is one of those days, I see you. I get it. And I’m sitting beside you, in spirit, holding space for the feelings.

Because everybody hurts. Sometimes.

But we get up. We try again. We keep going.

Even if we have to dance badly with a taco to make it through.

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