I used to have SO much angst. About life, being good enough. My God it was overwhelming. I used to write so much. Write because I was angry. Write because I was sad. Write because I wanted a way to feel as though I was moving towards a life that I wanted. There was this pressure towards a place in the future that I believed with all my heart existed. What it would look like I didn’t know but I knew it would be better than here.
I let that guide me. I focused on the there and didn’t appreciate the here. I’m still not there. Better than back then, but not there…
