I should probably write something.
I’m alive. That’s something.
I have a roof over my head, a fridge full of food, a family that loves me and a pretty awesome dog. Those are somethings.
I have a good job working with mostly pretty cool people and some exciting opportunities on the horizon. That’s something.
Now if I could just stop feeling so fucking hollow inside, like the world’s biggest, most echo-y-est echo chamber, that would REALLY be something.
It will eventually be ok. I know this. It all comes back around eventually. But like Tom Petty said, the waiting is the hardest part.
Tom Petty also said “I’m barely prolific and incredibly lazy”. So, you know. He’s clearly my people and I have to believe him.