Growing up is the realization that no one knows what they’re doing, & every motherfucker is just winging it every single day.
We didn’t have our family Thanksgiving this year & I thought I was okay with that. Until, suddenly, I wasn’t. I’ve made a habit of not acknowledging my emotions when I need to get things done & I’ve been busy with a lot of stuff recently, but I got done with this page & let myself think about what’s going on for a second outside of my goals. It was a brief, but intense moment of grief that I guess I just had to experience & then accept. I’m sure I’m not alone in this deprivation this year. In some ways I think it’s actually kind of good to get something nice taken away from you, so you remember that good things aren’t promised. Appreciate good things. Give thanks for them.