So on. And. So forth. They try to carry the story along, but I’m dragging my feet – digging my heels in against progress. Most of the time I’ve spent with my eyes unfocused waiting for something to happen. Something to jolt me, but it’s nearly impossible to see through the blood. It poured from the front of my scalp and made my eyes burn. I laughed in the moment and I’ll laugh harder tomorrow about the absurdity of it all.
Once I traded in my expectations for reality things improved, but I’m not saying they’re gone. Money let’s me do the things I want and compromising (a little) my goals is acceptable today. Bit and pieces of this, that and the other are enough to get me through. The whole of one is not.
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