I'm Still Here

And I'm NOT going to do the thing Y'all Think I Am...

I can’t believe I’m still here.

But I am.

Whatever that means.

I don’t need anyone’s pats on my virtual back, or “attaboy”s.

Would feel nice on some level, I suppose.

But that does nothing to address the family of 800-pound gorillas in the room.

What the hell am I even doing anymore?

I’m not talking about the fun, creative things I find myself enmeshed in from time to time.

What I’m talking here, is how I have been surviving most of my life, and how I find myself, yet again, (surprise surprise), back smack dab in the middle of more reactive “survivor”-ing.

My initial mid brain take is that without any kind of strategy, I’m doomed to repeat this cycle of stupid.

Though I have been blessed in this latest cycle of stupid, and time has been on my side (thank you Jesus).

I need to fix this already.

Thanks for listening, or at least trying to.