Saturday, June 14, 2014

June 14, 2014

Ah, June. Lovely month. I just returned from a stroll through the burb . . . to the Couche Tard for mediocre coffee . . . but alas, nothing else is walking distance away.

I'm almost through this year . . . and from this end of things . . . it really was unbearable, despite my attempts to see it in a positive light. I'm done with doing whatever I've been doing and really must find a better way.

After experiencing what I thought of as a quarter-life crisis in my twenties, I'm back to crisis mode at the now-appropriate mid-life point. What now? is all I can think . . . as my second marriage is a mess of disappointment and frustration, as my career is crushed, as my confidence is lost . . .

Thankfully, I do have a super cute and curious kid, but she is exhausting.

I have to recover this summer . . . I have to rediscover who I am and what I can do . . . because all I've been able to focus on all winter are my failures.

Bring on the sun.