tomorrow

One of best friends has cancer. Again.

He's in his mid-forties and about to start another round of chemo.

Someone close to me had a stroke in her mid-fifties.

She died before "retirement" age.

Life is too short to work yourself to death doing things you don't enjoy, with people you're afraid to open up to, in order to buy a house in the neighborhood you think you might like.

Today might be all you have.

The you I’m talking to is me.

I sit with this often.

It probably feels as heavy as it does because I’m not doing enough to course correct.

Tomorrow, right?

Fuck.