Anxious again. For like the fifth or seventh day in a row. Don't even know what is up anymore. Is it the work gap? Is it Covid? Is it the lack of a professional community? Is it the routine?
Is it all of the above?
There's a definite loss of hope. You know you hear of so many stories of life turning around. Of stuff starting to work out for people. Is it the consistent efforts? Is it actioning a brainwave? Is it reducing the fucks given? Is it connections? Is it dumb luck?
Is it all of the above?
Being stuck in a rut. Continually oscillating between overconfident and under. Overenthusiastic and under. Overprepared and under. Living in the extremes, being unable to hit a middle ground. No sense of constant, and yet an absurd mundanity to this existence. Is it privilege? Is it bad timing? Is it a serious talent deficit? Is it an innate inability to do things others can?
Is it all of the above?
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