I'm stressed out about my job. I'm stressed out about the organization that hired me. I have piles of work that will remain undone. I am worried to discover who will hold me accountable for this. I am more worried to discover that I may not be accountable for all this. I don't know how I will ever possibly get all my "ducks" in "a row".
I am gloomy about a boy. A wholly different boy called me at 3 am yesterday. I was not amused.
I am moving to a new place. I miss the old place. I am not welcome there anymore.
I miss my dog. I am worried about the dog. What if the dog doesn't like the new place?
As much as I want stability, I dread the monotony of adulthood: what will happen when the days of couchsurfing, of stumbling around dark bars, of eating when you are long past hungry, of all this not-knowing, end?
Is it time to stop resisting? Is it time to finally start acting old? Because I thought I still had some fight left in me, but the path of least resistance is looking awful good these days.
