Our Wild Untamed Hearts

My therapist says I need to visit a rage room.

Just had a coworker ask me how I was doing. I decided to answer honestly with not good, instead of the usual fine. I don’t think they’ve ever been that panicked about how to respond in their entire life.

Everyone talks about how Millennials already have picked up grandparent hobbies. We knit, garden, whittle, and bake bread. I think this is because we’ve already been through so much in such a short time. We’re exhausted. All we want to do is wrap ourselves in a sweater, sit in the garden, and watch our plants grow.

Watching my life collapse in on itself in real time is different from how I imagined it.

It’s strange to find yourself missing someone, then realize they’ve changed over the years. So the person you miss doesn’t exist anymore.