There is, in the end, the letting go.

sometimes i think life really truly is horrible but then i remember how many more autumns i will get to experience in my lifetime and how many good books i will read and how many comfy sweaters i will wear and how many great meals i will eat and how many times i will sit at my friends kitchen table at midnight and talk about nothing that really matters

and how many more winter mornings i will brew that invigorating cup of coffee and the new music i will discover and how i will watch so many more beautiful sunsets and all the times my heart will swell when i listen to my loved ones talk about something they have a passion for and all the walks i will take on the beach yes in the grand scheme of things life is wondrous

people for some reason have this idea that perfectionists like produce really great work and that’s it’s good for productivity, when like… literally most perfectionists can’t finish shitfuck because they’re like “well, it sucks, so why finish making something that will amount to pure trash anyway”

2021 be like: I’m thriving. I’m miserable. I am revisiting old hobbies. None of my hobbies are fun. I’m walking a lot. I have a vitamin D deficiency. The pandemic has lasted one month. The pandemic is over. The pandemic has lasted for 10 years. I am completely isolated. I talk to my friends constantly. I love working from home. Fourteen months have vanished from existence. I have a repetitive stress injury from working from home. I’m sick to death of working from home. Everyone is getting vaccinated. There’s three new variants that no-one is vaccinated from. Stay indoors. Start going out. Outdoor dining. Restart the economy. Don’t touch. Isn’t it great that we’re finally going back to normal?

by the time this pandemic ends I’ll have to be slowly rehabilitated back into society like a raccoon or I’ll get scared and start biting