Everything would be okay if I could just call a time out and sleep for a week. It is all crisis all the time, as if addressing chronic social issues as acute illnesses will work. I keep thinking, it took a long time for things to get this bad, it won’t turn around in a day. In fact, things won’t likely turn around at all. Sometimes I would like an easier job, like renting chaise lounges at the beach. Riding my skateboard after hours in my flip flops, drinking wine until I rip off a toenail, then going home to my pallet on a mobile home floor and sleeping it off.
Not going to happen, all the good jobs are taken.