Tag: transition

Life under the mercy begins with a howl.

It was August. I found myself sitting on the edge of my bed, watching traffic creep by my window and stifling the urge to upturn everything for no reason: the laundry bin, the bed covers, the clothing baskets. I had just found a regular babysitting job and was planning on settling into a new rhythm. I had told myself, I could do this. I could freelance-and-side-hustle. Told myself that I was tough. That I could make it if I just worked harder. So I worked harder. Then I woke up one morning and realized how hard it was to get out of bed, how I could barely bring myself to write. How everything felt heavy and weary.

Maybe this was a mid-life crisis. Continue reading “mercy”