I have the strangest luck when it comes to things that affect how I'm able to enjoy life.
On one hand, my financial situation is finally about to reach a point where I will be able to live without constantly working, which means I'll finally be able to put my full focus on the endeavors I really want to. (College, creative work, getting some proper mental health assistance...) I'll have time and energy to do the things that matter to me, without worrying about being on the street somewhere.
On the other hand, I'm running into physical problems. A series of debilitating headaches (which I was briefly worried might be symptoms of an aneurysm or something similarly fatal, but turned out to be far less serious than that) have prevented me from having any peace of mind, and an impending move is going to leave me in a new city with little to no contacts or lay of the land, which is a problem I seem to face every few years. Anxiety is running high, and concern for my future is running even higher.
Times like this make me wonder if life and the universe feel that I have to always have something going foul in order to balance out the good things that happen in my life...
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