Here I am, 30 years old, and it just seems like an avalanche of life experiences and forced growth have beset me on all sides.
This is not exactly a complaint, but rather an acknowledgment. What does not kill you may or may not make you stronger. It will, more likely than not, make you wiser, and more capable of coping with the future incidents that fail to kill you.
I like bullet points, which leads me to the short list of maladies and inflictions suffered this year:
- serious ankle injury
- lack of decent job market
- constant feelings of overwhelmedness
- Steve's death
- Student Loans returning to haunt me
Okay, kvetching over.
There has just been so much, in all the spaces between those things, too much to encapsulate into a little, tiny space like this. Too much to inflict upon my few, sweet readers.
Never have I worked so hard and felt so ineffective. I hope this will pass. It simply must, right?
Someday I will post some sunshine here, and some smiles and some mirth.
But for now, just know I am still here, kicking against all those things that are failing to kill me.
It's a strange and semi-sweet journey, this life.
I'm glad we're all in it together.
