I've been trying pretend I’m tough, spunky, full of fire, vim, and vigor.
In reality, I have those days—just like anyone else—where I feel small, timid, worthless even.
Well, not worthless, I guess, but more like non-contributory. If that’s a word (it’s not).
Like, where’s my place? What’s my purpose? For what will I be remembered?
If there is a society for super-good nap-takers, I suppose I could be president.
This summer has made me wonder, when will I Goldilocks it and get it "just right?" I don’t necessarily believe in life-balance, but I’d like some sort of palatable asymmetry...something that’s purposely set askew, but still comfortable, pleasing.
Anyway, I hope to update you all on the weirdness soon! But in the meantime, what one word describes your summer?