I want to emotionally vomit in this reflection. I want to purge the worry, anger, rebellion, confusion, bullshit, sadness, rage, and fear into this blog. I want to peel these feelings off me and shed them like dry skin.
But that's not an option.
As I age I realize I am acutely aware of the choices. Often, none of the choices are good.
So here I am, in all those feelings. Questioning, stewing, wondering, wallowing.
And then Life, with its unrelenting realism slaps me in the face with problems so much larger than my own.
And I'm trivial.
And it's all trivial.
And that's supposed to be enough.