This was not simply a pouty-pants day. I didn’t want to get out of bed, I started emotionally eating, drinking, and found it nearly impossible to do any necessary tasks.
That pint-sized brain of mine, tucked inside my skinny little body that wore a hefty neon pink and yellow backpack, heard only one thing: you could have done better.
When you walk up to that stage and collect your diploma, you kiss your state of dependency on your parents goodbye. Your safety net is gone.
I feel fantastic. Therefore, I am flummoxed. What caused this? Is it something I ate? Something I drank? Did? Touched?
This is the first time I have ever truly lived alone, and I just happened to get stuck with a city that has been declared safer than only 15% of cities in America.
I am poor, I am discouraged, but I am stumbling through these first steps into the world with mountains of bills and a yoga mat with which to calm my anxiety.
Feel the beets. Ignore the heartbeat.