It’s amazing how little we’re actually prepared for.
We do our jobs and we do what we need to in order to get by on a daily basis, but all of that is for expected expense – you need to make rent, you need to feed yourself, you need to be out in the world, doing things, making things, being someone. But there are always things that make rips in the routine all of a sudden, things that aren’t part of the script that just happen and leave you scrambling to adjust.
And sure, it’s easy to make a poem out of it. But some days, I’m still just sort of trying to right myself.