I think one of the hardest things to grab hold of is feeling like you belong. It’s like water and sand through my fingers.
Is it smoke and mirrors? Is it ever real?
How do I get comfortable in the alone-ness?
I think of life very simply. You want something, you work for it. You strip away the complications, and make it happen. You keep troubleshooting until you make headway. And then, hopefully, traction.
Sometimes life insists on keeping the complicated parts – when they exist in someone else’s heart and mind, they are as real as anything. You can’t just bust through the walls that someone else is building and maintaining. You hit a dead end.
It’s a fragile day here. I’ve got miles to go before I sleep.