I think it’s interesting the way worries are on a scale. On one side of the scale are the problems that are inward: my relationships; with Charlie, with my family, and with myself. On the other side of the scale are outward: graduate school, working, being an adult.
They’re so interconnected. And right when I think that things are on the up-and-up, or at least balancing out, the scales tip and I’m sent careening and looking for my center.
I guess I’m not really sure what to say beyond that.