Life is overwhelming. I used to think that my challenges were unique or different from the challenges everybody else faces. Now, I am beginning to suspect that I am just an incompetent human being, that my mountains would be a more organized person's molehills, that I create or at the very least attract these dramas. I suppose it's in my nature as a procrastinator, avoiding or ignoring everyday tasks until they can't or won't be ignored, the moment at which the universe throws a curve ball and someone loses a job or daycare or housing or a loved one, and the world crashes in on me, struggling just to wash the floor or pay a bill or cook dinner or change the diaper of a rowdy toddler.
I don't know how much longer I can keep this pace up for.
Weekend Reading: The Trying to Rally Edition
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