Torn between things, maybe one of truest descriptions of my life; earning for both, striving, but do I reach either?

Work to be a good professional, contributor at the workplace, then worn down, beaten, spent, feeling guilty for my ailments.

Want so much to share out the insights and humor and humanity I see, all around us, writing it, scribble it down before it evaporates to the ether, fear of being stuck staring at the blank page in the few free moments I find to write.

And then what to write, which form? Stripped down, Haiku-like, narrative, Op-Ed, choppy vague observation (like this piece!), whatever, gotta get it out.

Want to be a good dad, parenting across two households, bittersweet circumstance, wouldn’t trade for the world, my last bastion of true love and family,

Torn between the life I thought I’d live and the one I’ve lived so far; all best decisions, mostly; all true to me and the circumstances that have presented, my life meant to be torn between, possibility and practical, love wanted, love attained, no disdain, only love,

Torn between,

LOVE.