The most recent Simpsons episode is pretty great. I could really feel the Fuck You’s in the writing. Clearly still written by men, there’s a short speech about a girl becoming a woman who wants to be a mother and I totally understand the contextual nature of the situation but a run-on sentence is the only way to express my dissatisfaction at the misplaced sentiment. Life is about change and not everything is for everyone.  I don’t expect to be right about everything yet I’m completely sure of myself. The past few years were about learning to fall gracefully. Getting back up? That happens at your own pace.

Securing a potential raise this month, I just might be at a place where I can settle into a weekly schedule. My theme song is still Low Budget but I won’t have to push so hard to get what I want. The two main things I’ve lost track of in the all-consuming first two months of new work are yoga and writing. I do enough of either to not go insane though the fatigue of carrying all my thoughts around is wearisome. Three major stories are unfolding around me at this point. One is imaginary and involves a world where I get to say what’s on my mind. Another is real and a place where I try to speak my mind. The third is never-ending.