Nobody told me there'd be days like these

It was a good day for growth. But sometimes I think that all that anxiety has simply moved from one space to another like a cloud of tear gas floating down the road on a slow moving breeze. It hasn’t really dispersed, but maybe I’ve got a better view now. When I was a child, my picture of adulthood did not look like this.

I have to return my library books. They are overdue. Boo.