One Tired Ema

Under construction


My city, building, as always

I have been inhabiting a difficult space, between my past and my future. The questions of “What do you want to be?” and “What do you want to do?” have never been in such high relief.

Being unsure that my skills, relied upon in various iterations of employment for 20 years, match any answers to the above questions.

I wish I could skip ahead, through the hard part, to a place where I feel confident and worthy of whatever comes my way. I don’t even know what that experience would entail, honestly.

In the meantime, I might be writing here more. I should make a “to be determined” category, because “uncategorized” doesn’t seem aspirational enough.

Being amorphous is pretty terrifying.