A couple people whose well being I monitored from a distance died yesterday. Completely unrelated deaths from issues of which I was aware for less than a week (or even only a day). And it’s a bummer.
I’m tired all the time. I feel anxious all the time. I feel like I’m struggling at work even though I don’t know that’s actually the case. Maybe I just feel aimless and unsure of my direction.
But that’s the story of my life.
I’m not happy with the recent election. I’m not happy with having a stalker. I’m not happy with plenty of things.
But, again, that’s the story of my life.
I’m at a crossroads, but instead of a fork dividing one road into two, it’s a goddamn London style roundabout and I’m circling an eternal loop because I’m too indecisive to choose an exit to take.
All things considered, life is good. I’m terrible at expressing that.