Trying to succinctly to explain the angst of the moment, I’m really not able.

Ran into a friend at the grocery earlier this week, she asked how things were, I shared some, and tried to keep the story short a sensical,

But so much of what I often feel about now, I can’t really explain sufficiently, I only know it feels like one big struggle, the angst maybe not growing, but ebbing and flowing,

Cumulative, stacking up, one thing after another, seemingly unmovable, until it’s not,

Until I can nudge along again, in spite of the angst, forward, ever forward,

And ever forward?

GOOD.