I graduated. I freelanced. I worked to pay off credit card debt. I started therapy. I dated exes and changed my mind. I was patient to find the perfect 2-bedroom apartment. I traveled. I met new friends. I worked three different jobs-- two of which I loved. I meditated.
Freelancing slowed down. I broke my own heart. I kept going to therapy. I paid for this 2-bedroom apartment all on my own. I don't travel much. I see my friends from time to time. I work one job- which I am tired, tired, tired of. I tell myself to meditate. I feel most comfortable in my home. I apply for internships. Jobs. Residencies. I throw lines out in different directions. I catch nothing.