On The Bus

I’ve been on the struggle bus for a while now.

For years and years, actually.

Jared is the one who named it the “struggle bus.” 

This winter is actually slightly more bearable because of the shears in the house. 

Light helps.

And even though I am on the struggle bus, there are small mercies.

A new job.

A fun New Year’s Eve.

New tires on my car that make it formidable in the rain.

Mastering the French pin up-do.

Figuring out that why yes, I can live without cheese in my life. And be happier for it.

Figuring out that why yes, I can be happier without some people in my life, too.

Figuring out that even life without the GFX is pretty darn great. 

My hair is growing. It’s longer now than it’s been in probably 11 years or so. I forgot that when it gets to a certain length, the ends in the front underneath get curly on their own. Completely forgot that at all. It’s well on its way to being as long as it was on the 404 page.

And there is terror, and I haven’t been writing.

It’s mostly been survival mode.

There are new routines with the new year, and the future is bright. 

Maybe life is the struggle bus.

It’s a pretty darn wild ride.

There is hope. At least I’m on the bus.