In which I consider uncertainties
Yesterday, I thought of where I am right now considering I’m twenty-three and promptly launched into a moment of blinded panic, and then I realized I am only twenty-two and felt so much better about myself. I am learning to be more patient and kind to other people, but it is hardest of all to be patient and kind to myself.
These days, I see a thin straight line to walk on, with everything already laid out for me, if only I am to be good enough for all of it. I don’t know if I am, but I wonder if wanting it this bad would make me good enough.